Scratch one date.

[sistawendy]

Saturday: Text the Young Lady in the Bowler to confirm Sunday's date. No response.
Sunday: Zappy, dinner with m'boy, get gussied up in a mad rush, make it to the Mercury on time. She's not there. When texted, she says she's tired.

Screw that. Right in the ear.

Seethed over absinthe with fullcontactmuse, and later over beer with dagard. Happiness is being told by E the Tall Blonde Pool Player that the YLB was missing something.

Happy Thought: This coming Saturday is a date with D, who wished me a happy Mothers' Day. Not quite appropriate, but really sweet.

Comments

[ximinez]

I try to live by that philosophy, too. I call it "cynical optimism".