I
am thinking…
I’m looking forward to meeting you later in the evening. I get
home I put on some music, I am in the mood for some loving, I run a bath, you
say you will be in town in the next hour. I have all the time to get ready. I
spray my favorite scent, paint my toes. I have waxed and trimmed all the places
that need to be taken care of. I am ready. I get a message, you are now in
town, you ask where I am at, and I tell you I am home. I can’t wait, this is
it. I have been waiting for this for quite a while now and today all I could
think of was this time we were to have together… then the bombshell drops….’see
you tomorrow then’….WTF? What has just happened? Can someone tell me what’s
going on? The perfect evening goes puff right in front of me and I don’t even
know what happened... Yep that’s your typical male species. Dates are canceled
without notice or reason and you are left all high and dry. Yet you always complain
that I don’t make time for you. And when I make the initiative you drop me like
a hot potato. I am still reeling from laughter and to some extent
disappointment because yes I had made all these preparations just for you. And
what I need to know is what spooked you?
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