Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Man oh man I wanted on that boat. I knew I’d make a better cruise director then…what was her name? Julie?
I hated her hair. I just KNEW she was a hussy and a drug addict. It’s in the eyes people.
Finally I got my wish. I climbed aboard The Love Boat.
It really WAS “exciting and new”.
One night we both cried while in an, er…compromising position. I was overcome with emotion and reckless in my failure to observe decorum and, um, possibly drunk.
Just gazing at him, my hand caressing the remaining strand of hair on his head was enough to send me.
On our final day together he said he was SO busy I would have to drive to the 405 freeway to meet him for breakfast. He had an important meeting to attend.
30 minutes later he called to say he had rented a van and was speeding to his x-wife to help her move.
I guess he wasn’t that busy after all.