Date night

Went on a date last night. He was someone from last year, and his arrogance changed since his accident. He had a few operations, thing is, I just don’t believe it.
Maybe he wants to play the caretaker this year and seem like a genuine Romeo, but I just can’t get over the feeling like he wants to get in my pants. In the car, he whispered, ” Please, don’t make me suffer.” Wait. Don’t make you suffer? Kiss my ass in Macy’s Herald Square window.
He was inching in again today, but I blew him off. I give myself props for playing a player. Or setting his ass straight.


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Freelance writer, blogger, foodie. Ph ilosopher, Jersey girl (not to be confused with the 'shore'). Pet sitter, lover of strong coffee.
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