I’m NOT a fashion model.
(I know…it’s hard to believe.)
I’m just your average middle aged broad, age 49. I look pretty good. I can still turn a head or two... if I hold in my stomach.
What I lack in looks, I make up with a highly developed sense of humor.
Which is why I had to laugh when THIS guy asked me out.
A normal woman would have hit the delete button.
I had to know WHY he possesed sufficient confidence to ask me out?
Maybe he was an alternative medical physician or…a friend of Ghandi?
You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
But sometimes…the cover tells the whole story.
I was kind to him. He was bizarrely sweet.
BUT, because I have no immediate plans to be found decapitated in a shed located in the mountains...
I'm NOT gonna meet him.