I can't help but bang my head against the edge of every bar I troll...
Why, god... why
As I down a chocolate vodka cocktail waiting for my date "of the night" ...
I should be married by now.
Watching the football screen, men in tighties bang their heads together ...my girlfriend a 40 something cougar on the prowl just out of her marriage looking to explore her freedom while I
mine.I meet my date, he's from texas - a country boy tough on the outside a cookie inside. I mother him n put him to sleep walk out feeling empty n unfulfilled
I REALLY NEED TO PUT MORE CARE INTO THIS.
OR DIE TRYIN
I go see The Perfect Guy, a terrible movie about a male version of me i.e bipolar psychotic obsessive stalker hottie... it ends with grisly violence n no orgasms ....I walk out unfulfilled
Shaking my head, thinking hmmm... should I reach out to my ex start harassing him again.... starts writing first love - hate letter, deletes it. Sigh ..no, no more
I really need to find someone else to stalk.
Z.S
