I just got back to town and was heading to a date w/my favorite lady. I had wine, cheese, crackers, her brand of smokes, and enough to pay for four hours at her rate.
I pulled up to the room and the maids were making the beds. They had seen me before and they had that look: "he doesn't know." No word until 45 minutes later, a text: I'm not seeing u no more.
I was a little pissed, this was to be the last warm day of the year and I could have been golfing. But mostly I was sad. I think in this hobby one has to know things will end but when things are good one sure hopes it isn't today.
Farewell, Gatita. La puneta.
- JohnnyCap
- 10-27-2012, 09:57 PM
- Sweet N Little
- 10-28-2012, 01:39 PM
Sorry that happened 
Hopefully you can still get a round of golf in
Hopefully you can still get a round of golf in
- mad469s
- 10-28-2012, 02:56 PM
That's why it's called "a hobby", the title never changes, just the activities and/or providers do.
- Fast Gunn
- 10-28-2012, 04:40 PM
Sorry to hear that, pal.
It is necessary to maintain a healthy emotional distance from the world in order to preserve your sanity.
. . . In the hobby like in this life we all sometimes get stabbed in the heart without rhyme or reason.
It is necessary to maintain a healthy emotional distance from the world in order to preserve your sanity.
. . . In the hobby like in this life we all sometimes get stabbed in the heart without rhyme or reason.