Mr. Player

Mr. Player

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(Nice kitty!)

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.

So we exchanged numbers.

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More Mr. Nice Guy

More Mr. Nice Guy

I’ve been so busy writing about Mick and Alaska that I’ve neglected to keep you updated on Mr. Nice Guy.

Since my initial post about him, we’ve had 2 more ‘dates’.

Date #2 was on a Saturday afternoon. We went to a Mongolian barbecue downtown and then picked up some giant pieces of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory on our way back to his car.

We sat in his car and got high and ate our desserts together and then went for a little walk to burn off a few of the extra calories as well as our buzz.

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And Now for Something Completely Different

And Now for Something Completely Different

Thing #1 found this on Instagram¬†and forwarded it to me…

Hot Dudes Reading

Looking through the pictures makes me smile, so I thought it would be a good thing to share.

Maybe it will make some of you smile, too.

(and perhaps have some naughty thoughts ūüėČ )

Here are a couple of my favorites ‚̧

"Not That Kind of Girl"
“Not That Kind of Girl”
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I wonder what *he’s* reading…
"The Happiness Hypothesis"
“The Happiness Hypothesis”
Broken: Day 106 (Facebook Makes Me Sad)

Broken: Day 106 (Facebook Makes Me Sad)

Facebook sucksLabeda G80 Silver Streak

Checking my newsfeed makes me sad

I am a member of two roller skating groups

Where people talk about how much fun they had skating last night

Or they post pictures and videos of having fun skating

I am very jealous of them

I got my skates out yesterday and put them on

And sat on the couch staring at my feet in them

They still fit…

Two more weeks before I find out if I’m un-broken enough to skate in them again

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Loverman got himself a Smart Phone

Now he’s on Facebook, too

Last night I went to his page and saw that he entered that he is married

I was upset

My heart sank

I liked it better when he thought Facebook was a waste of timePomegranate Molasses Syrup

I texted him to call me when he got up for work

The waiting minutes oozed by like a molasses mudslide

In my mind I chanted, “Breathe… You’re being silly…” “Breathe… You’re being silly…”

“Breathe… You’re being silly…”

Because I was

My sweet Loverman called me at 9:30

I asked him when is your wedding anniversary

He asked me why

Because you posted on Facebook that you are married

That’s because I am married, sweetie

…I know and I feel silly for getting upset. I just hate to be reminded.
Why did you have to put it there? Forget it… It’s silly…
Thank you for calling me…
I’m sorry that I’m upset.
I miss you baby and wish that you could give me a hug.

Awwww, baby, that’s sweet. I miss you, too. Maybe I’ll see you Tuesday morning.
I think I have to be up in your neighborhood for an appointment. I will give you that hug as soon as I can.

I felt a little better and also a little sillier

But it sure would be nice to feel his strong, reassuring arms holding me tight against him

And possibly a little more ūüėČ

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Facebook is just a big, rotten reminder of what I can’t do

And what I can’t have

I think it’s time to take Facebook off my list of things to check before I go to bed