Wednesday, July 13, 2011

How DARE He?

OK, perhaps you should be sitting down for this. This is hard to do, so I'm just going to say it. Mr. B cancelled* our date. I'm still processing it. That bastard. And after all of the back and forth and witty banter. I saved myself for him when I was in Boston. And for what?

I'm being a bit dramatic as he technically just pushed it to tomorrow. He "booked something." I believe that's code for "kind of unemployed."

Because I had a virtual meltdown yesterday when my boyfriends did not respond in a timely manner, I kinda said yes to 2 barely legals. Ugh. One of them wants to talk on the phone because "It'll be easier and faster for us to get to know each other, and i'd really like to hear your voice." Of course I responded that "my voice is awful. Like a pack of hyenas laughing."

This is too much. I just want my iced coffee.

*I realize that I used the British English version of the past tense of cancel (as the American English version is "canceled" but you all know this, of course (chuckle, chuckle). I just feel it's easier on the eyes. But that's me.


  1. Hey. I have friends that are wordsmiths. I needed them to be aware that I was aware. That's all.