I don’t want to end up in your blog.
My thoughts: You’re goddamn right. As a matter of fact, you’re already there.
My reply to this: “Oh how funny, why would you say such a thing?”
Moments ago, I just received one of those feeler text messages. You know the ones that start off with the usual lameness of “Hey, how are you” with the other person lying about how “Everything is all good”, then with them pretending to give a shit what’s going on with you when they ask “How have you been?”.
Hmm mmm. You’ve received this feeler text OR have sent it.
For a minute, I actually felt bad for the guy and wondered if there are any other men out there who might be stepping up and doing something to wow me, I’m missing out on?
Could my admission of having a dating (currently inactive) and relationship (that blew like a fart in the wind 3 months ago) be sabataging my possible future happiness?
Should I stop telling men that I’m a blogger? Hell no. I feel it is only right, sort of like reading someone their Miranda Rights that “anything you say or do may be used against you…”
Should I stop blogging altogether and abandon my journal of sorts? Hell no.
I will continue on!
I will try to protect the identities with ridiculous code names such as Tall Glass, Black Russian and Tiny Mighty.
I know what to share on here and what not to and its likely at times, I may not give a shit about what I should NOT share.
As my friend recently joked “Damn, I forgot I’m talking about this married man I’m screwing to a blogger”.
Mr. Put Out The Feelers With No Fingers?
Keep going through your contacts list.