Strike One

I got stood up last night. The Man forgot (read: was too drunk) when we made the plans, and even though I told him on Tuesday that he was going to forget, and he assured he wouldn’t… there I sat all dressed up (okay it was just jeans… but I actually put some make-up on) with no where to go. When he finally called me (this would be after I called and left a light hearted ‘just making sure we’re still on tonight’ message) an hour and a half later, he was baffled and apologetic all at one time. “Kitten (I love that he calls me that) I am so sorry, I honestly do not remember. Next time you just need to say, ‘You. Dinner. Tomorrow.’”.

I know he has illuded to feelings, but maybe I just rocked his world so much he thinks he has some emotionally attachment to me, when really all he wants is booty.

On the phone last night he asked me, “Where are you?”

“I just got on my bed.”

“Really… what are you wearing?”

“Too much make-up to be sitting around my house.”

“Come-on, play along… you should say some sexy thong or something”

“Darling you wouldn’t have to imagine what it looked like if you didn’t forget about tonight. Until then as far as your phone conversations concerned, I’m wearing a turtle-neck”


Bitter isn't pretty on anyone, but sometimes it sure is fun to wear.