His days might be numbered...
Huh? You thought I dumped him for yelling at that woman? (I wanted to yell at her too).
He called yesterday for a ride to the Porsche dealership. I wouldn't cuz I looked like crap. He sounded really hurt.
Then I cancelled our date for today, partly out of guilt. I lied with epic cowardice (via text message). This may be a self-fulfilling prophecy. I say; "I hate playboys "then sabotage a relationship just because I define a man as such. I don't know if he's a playboy. He just fits the mold...black Porsche, cute at hell, boyish charm with octopus hands.
Here's the reason. Because he doesn't kiss me good-bye before he leaves and the last time we went to lunch he didn't hold my hand. I'm a hard grader.
But the second we got home he tried to rip my clothes off.
Things are moving too fast. He hasn't sent me flowers. I think we all know what that means.
He's a nice guy, very handsome, athletic, comes over in a flash to fix anything. He doesn't need to work. Every girls dream, right?
When it's right...things just fall into place?
Not with me. I'm more complicated then a three (3) dollar bill.
Fyi: Happy Bloomsday!!!
Bloomsday is a commemoration observed on 16 June in Dublin to celebrate the life of Irish writer James Joyce and relive the events in his novel Ulysses. The name derives from Leopold Bloom, the protagonist of Ulysses. 16 June was the date of Joyce's first outing with his wife-to-be, Nora Barnacle.