I hate how much I think about him.
I met this old man shopping Saturday and he was funny and cute in a sweet grandpa way but there was just something about him. I ended up with his hands on my head in his car in the parking lot. I keep thinking about it. I don’t even know how he got me to do it but i went back to that store yesterday and walked around for over an hour hoping to see him again. I have never cheated on my bf before but there is just something about this man.
Last Sunday afternoon I missed a phone call from my husband Roger. He’s visiting the local prison. I totally forgotten what time it was. It was my birthday and I had other things on my mind. The plumber was here laying some BBC pipe. He went into overtime. The job that he done was fantastic. I’ll keep his number handy if I need more service work that needs to be done.
