We’re going to skip ahead a couple of months because this Catfish keeps saying the same shit over and over again. He wants me to be his babygirl fully and completely, but he can’t seem to find/make the time to even drive the hour MEET me.
Since I moved across town at the end of September, things have been rather insane. (The Catfish has been chatting with me since August.)
And, for a big part of that time, Lil Bear and Breezy were both broken down – overheating and stalling…
Well, one horrific Monday in particular started off badly because I couldn’t find change for the bus.
When finally I did, I almost missed it. I had to run across/through moving traffic, against the light, during morning rush hour (I know, I know, uphill both ways, barefoot in the winter… Cry me a river ♫ blah, blah)
I was having a “lovely” conversation with a fella on Tinder (because I caved and signed back up *sigh*).
He seemed decent enough. Usually I swipe left on guys without a picture, but this guy had made an effort to write a profile and put his height in it, the words were spelled correctly, AND he made a challenge about having fun!
I figured, what the hell? If I don’t like him, I don’t have to keep talking to him.
As luck would have it, I did enjoy talking to him and, before taking things any further I wanted to see a picture of him.
She made daddy super happy tonight That she was in bed half naked and thought about me for a second
Awwww… Thanks! A lot of seconds…
Was she playing with herself? What was she thinking?
I was just thinking about you… Being with you… How very kind you are to me… How I might like sitting on your lap and being cuddled and how I might like to kneel before you and see what it’s like with you.