The Twisted World of Fiber, Hooks, Needles, Wheels and Dating after Widowhood

This is my story, and I'm sticking to it. Warts and all. I wanted to call it 'Seriously? WTF?', but that doesn't quite explain it all. Or does it?

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

BF stands for many things

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……………………………….

1 comment:

  1. what happened? or did you go yet? Wanna make your first post for October? I wouldn't ask, but don't expect anything.... there nicely wrapped up.