Meeting a stranger after work tonight to have an alcoholic beverage and awkward conversation....i know you are jealous. You want to be me. Admit it.
I like his white hair and dimples. That should be enough.
The man who comes and gets all our shred once a week (theres a lot) is very cute and personable. He has three grown daughters and he is a protective father. I think i've seen him having lunch with some little hottie a couple of times. He's nice. Yesterday he came in and got the shred and when we was leaving he told me he loved my haircut. He said " i saw you yesterday and wow, you look great" and he did the wow face.
This man isn't hitting on me, he's a nice man. I felt like a million bucks after that. A genuine compliment. That felt nice.
But today, i'm having a fat day. Nothing feels right on me. I'm going home to change after work and mystery man is getting jeans and a t-shirt. Maybe i'll spritz some scent on and lip gloss. I do the least nowadays. This is me. You get fancy me after you give me real you.
Something is going on with me. I'm relaxed but on guard. You can say i'm protecting my peace.
I need some sex though. Good sex. Hey, i'm allowed to say it. I'm thinking thats what is missing more than an actual relationship.
Yeah, thats bullshit. I'd love a relationship but at this point feeling like it's a lot of work to even interview. HA.
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