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dating ups and downs
May. 9th, 2021 09:15 amWitchy Lady texted me to tell me she has Stuff Going On in her life – she used the word "messy" – so the the second date is cancelled. However, she did ask if she could get in touch after the mess is resolved. I agreed, of course, somehow managing not to use the words, "Hell yes." But I'm keenly disappointed.
But! The Tickler has booked a sleepover date here at the Devil Girl Pad two weekends hence. Is it too much to ask of my sweetie that they* try to induce my neighbors to call the cops? Given the poor record of cops in this town, though, I'm pretty sure we don't really want that, even if the Tickle does love a man in uniform.
My son is spending nights this weekend here because Exmother is occupying his room back at Ex's. Between work and brunch with cousins out on the Olympic Peninsula, though, I'm not going to see much of him.
I'm rereading Saga. It's even better than I remember, which is saying something.
Oh: This is the last paragraph about plumbing I hope to write for a long time. Dude came out, I explained the sitch, he poured weird chemicals down my kitchen drains, and now it doesn't fill up when I run the water full blast anymore.
*I am not to call them "girlfriend", "lady", or "she" anymore. Okey dokey, artichokey. That's right: my sweetie is non-binary.
But! The Tickler has booked a sleepover date here at the Devil Girl Pad two weekends hence. Is it too much to ask of my sweetie that they* try to induce my neighbors to call the cops? Given the poor record of cops in this town, though, I'm pretty sure we don't really want that, even if the Tickle does love a man in uniform.
My son is spending nights this weekend here because Exmother is occupying his room back at Ex's. Between work and brunch with cousins out on the Olympic Peninsula, though, I'm not going to see much of him.
I'm rereading Saga. It's even better than I remember, which is saying something.
Oh: This is the last paragraph about plumbing I hope to write for a long time. Dude came out, I explained the sitch, he poured weird chemicals down my kitchen drains, and now it doesn't fill up when I run the water full blast anymore.
*I am not to call them "girlfriend", "lady", or "she" anymore. Okey dokey, artichokey. That's right: my sweetie is non-binary.
