So for all the emails that I laugh about, scream about, sit in utter amazment about, this guy knew how to talk...to me anyway. I thought I had to share at least one good one with you and show you my shameless flirting. I ended up meeting this guy for a cheeseburger and he was charming as could be, handsome, and was just a fantastic date. He looked at me across the table like in the Tex Avery cartoons where the Wolf stares and one minute I'm ME the next I'm a CHICKEN LEG and then I'm back to ME again. It was HOTTTT!!! He helped me with my coat after the meal, walked me to my car, opened my door for me, gave me a rrrreeeaaalllyyy good kiss goodbye and sent me on my way. A few days later BLAM my uterus comes out. Feh, buzz killl. How the hell do you tell that to a guy you just met? "Pass the ketchup, please, by the way..." But, I'm thinking...I gotta call this guy again. Well, here it is.
Thank God there are still women with a sense of humor! (He'd read my profile on POF)
Ahahahaha! (Yesssss! Score one for MEEEEeeeee)I'm not sure what I said, but you're welcome. xo, R
Score one for you, indeed! And one for me. So, how do I go about getting
scientific credit for proving your existence through physical observation? This
could put me in contention for a Nobel.
My goodness...all that AND brains. Wow, um, what'd you have in mind? Btw, you have a name, Sailor. We've not been formerly introduced.
Sailor? You are losing points. 24 years as an Army Ranger, and you want to call
me a swabbie?
(THUD) I'm sorry I fainted...Army Ranger? I have died and gone to heaven. I apologize. ;)
I'll let it slide this time, but do it again, and I will start to
suspect that you are a communist plot....;)
I tried to IM you asking if you just called me a communist. (GASP) Are you on your cell phone emailing me? Is Glendale Heights far? Because I'm starving. I could eat a bear right now. Not very girly, I know, but I keep a pinky up.
I am in a restaurant on Main in Glen Ellyn. They have great beer on tap. And,
there is a distinction between your being a communist and being a communist
plot. It's subtle, but real. Give me your number and I will call to explain.
Is my head going to start hurting when you tell me? I once thought about what it would be like living in a commune, does that count? 847/xxx-xxxx You have a way about ya'. Nice work. Hooyaa
There was a bit more banter, but that was the jist. He then calls and reads me the menu and says, "What would you like me to order you?" See? Have some brains and autocorrect and flattery, my darlings, will get you places when it's not so ridiculous. Oh, this makes me laugh, too, but it was a great night of fun and flirting. I am grateful for all of this. I am so lucky to be out of a marriage that didn't deserve me so I can live this ridiculous life that makes me smile. My dance break song for tonight is, "Love Is In The Air," because it just feels so right. Turn it on for 30 seconds and dance your ass off and I am telling you, it will be the right song for you, too. Love love love to you all on this cold, wintry night, R
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