…don’t even ask me if I wanna see you tonight. I just get that text that says you’re coming. What, is it because you’re 27 and gorgeous you think I’ll drop my panties whenever you get here. Honey, I stopped wearing panties a decade ago. Had you asked if I wanna see you, I’d have said no. I’d have said “I’m bloated & I need my nails done”, but you didn’t ask. You don’t ask.
So I got dressed, and then I got the text saying you can’t make it. You rascal you. Obviously I’m not at the top of your to-do list, & someone better came along. But I’m not going to take the makeup off just because you don’t wanna see it…took over an hour (and a double espresso) to get ready. So I’m going to have dinner & see what shenanigans I can get into.