All right – so I put the ca bosh on sex with Hector. It may be something I’ll regret especially considering I tell Jackie and Doug “We regret the things we don’t do more than the things we do.”
Ah, no one listens to me, anyway…why should I?
Here I am, a widow for two and a half years and still no date for the prom. (just an expression…I’m not really going to the prom)
I’ve sporadically gone to dinner, to a movie (okay once) and for drinks. A handful of men and no chemistry. What’s the point? Until I meet someone I can’t keep my hands off:
I’d rather play hide and seek with Skylar than hide in the ladies room praying my date will pay the check and go home.
I’d rather write in my blog while I sit in my underwear than be with an ugly 60 year old who farts in his.
I’d rather snuggle with my dog Tony than dance with a guy who has longer back hair than him.
I’d rather rent “Dumb and Dumber” for a laugh than be with a guy who’s funniest part is his face.
Yup…I’m ready for a little romance – I accept that Jimmy isn’t coming home for dinner. I haven’t lost my appetite. I’m just a picky eater.