Monday night I finally decided to talk to Alaska about his lack of respect for my time and money.
It started with, “Get me a beer.”
As I walked to the kitchen to get a new beer that *I* had paid for (since he drank the rest of my last 6-pack – that I paid for…), I grumbled, “You know, just a little appreciation and thanks goes a long way.”
How is daddy’s special girl doing today?? By the way, daddy loves her voice and talking with her last night.
Thank you for saying so. It was nice talking with you, too. But I don’t think that I am able to commit to abstinence and being “all yours” yet like you want. I don’t want to jump into anything like that.
Technically, this is Conversation #2. A while back I wrote briefly about Big Daddy. Very briefly…
Since that time we have been chatting via text (until recently) and (rarely) talking on the phone, but I haven’t been taking it seriously. I guess, in that respect, I am just as much a catfish as I am assuming he is.
He lives in Colorado Springs, a little over an hour away. Since we started “talking” in August, he has made plans to visit me in Denver 3 times and has had to cancel each time at the very last minute. Maybe he really does have issues with his mother and a ton of family drama with his brother. Or maybe, he’s a fake and pretending and lying…
If it matters, I met Big Daddy through collarspace. He had seen the pictures posted on there before we even started talking.
Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant when he said that shit.
But I feigned naïveté because (maybe?) I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt… I don’t know. At this point I think I’m just a glutton for punishment and incredibly silly for not ending all communication with him.