This, as you know from a past post, stands for blazing fucktard- Which is the category I might be in myself. The bf texted me Sunday morning. He wanted to know if I would like to come up to HIS place. He would make dinner and we could talk. Of course, because I am such a loser tool, I said yes. He is making chicken. I made cookies. The ride is an hour and a half. Why am I seeing this guy? Lol
He had better do a lot of talking, and it had better be good. I have a nice long car ride to fantasize about exactly what he has to say for himself, and a very vivid imagination, so let’s hope I’m not a crying mess or totally pissed off by the time I get there. I wonder if he fixed his “problem”? I am afraid to ask……………………………….