Dcember 14, 2007: I ain't no high class broad
Friday, December 14, 2007
I ain’t no high class broad
Last night I ran into a guy that used to go out with a while back. He was one of those guys that was fun to hang out with did the dinner thing, watched some movies, nothing special. It all ended when he started getting busy, then sick, then really overwhelmingly busy and then the calls/texts dried up. OK, I got it, message received, loud and clear. Now it would be one thing if I ran into him looking kinda fuckable but NOOOOOOoooooooo I was a mess. I just got done taking my one dog for a long walk and when I got home from I changed out of my walking clothes so I could run up to 7-11. I had grabbed the first thing that I found on my bedroom floor. A pair of jeans, two sizes too big with a great big hole in the knee that was almost stylish in 1988, a baggy shirt with a couple of stains on the front, usually reserved for cleaning or sleeping and my ex-husbands XXL flannel (oops did I forget to pack that?). To round out the look my hair was all messed up from my hat I was wearing, I was still a little sweaty and I think I was a bit stinky. I looked like a redneck lesbian that was wearing her big beautiful butch girlfriends' clothes. Perfect.
We didn't talk. We just smiled, nodded, muttered "hi" and walked on. I'm sure in his mind I looked like a train wreck and that justified his blowing me off.
I obsessed about the whole run-in last night and it was the first thing that came to my mind this morning as I was getting ready for work. Then I remembered that our conversations were about as exciting as dry toast and that he was kind of a pretty boy himbo. That made me feel a little better because I can do a half way decent job of cleaning up but being a boring, self absorbed dumbass is forever.
Currently listening : Red Carpet Massacre By Duran Duran Release date: 13 November, 2007
I ain’t no high class broad
Last night I ran into a guy that used to go out with a while back. He was one of those guys that was fun to hang out with did the dinner thing, watched some movies, nothing special. It all ended when he started getting busy, then sick, then really overwhelmingly busy and then the calls/texts dried up. OK, I got it, message received, loud and clear. Now it would be one thing if I ran into him looking kinda fuckable but NOOOOOOoooooooo I was a mess. I just got done taking my one dog for a long walk and when I got home from I changed out of my walking clothes so I could run up to 7-11. I had grabbed the first thing that I found on my bedroom floor. A pair of jeans, two sizes too big with a great big hole in the knee that was almost stylish in 1988, a baggy shirt with a couple of stains on the front, usually reserved for cleaning or sleeping and my ex-husbands XXL flannel (oops did I forget to pack that?). To round out the look my hair was all messed up from my hat I was wearing, I was still a little sweaty and I think I was a bit stinky. I looked like a redneck lesbian that was wearing her big beautiful butch girlfriends' clothes. Perfect.
We didn't talk. We just smiled, nodded, muttered "hi" and walked on. I'm sure in his mind I looked like a train wreck and that justified his blowing me off.
I obsessed about the whole run-in last night and it was the first thing that came to my mind this morning as I was getting ready for work. Then I remembered that our conversations were about as exciting as dry toast and that he was kind of a pretty boy himbo. That made me feel a little better because I can do a half way decent job of cleaning up but being a boring, self absorbed dumbass is forever.
Currently listening : Red Carpet Massacre By Duran Duran Release date: 13 November, 2007
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