Tuesday, July 17, 2012
I know how to pick 'em
Why do I always agree to go out with the wrong guys? Sure they seem normal at the time....
Sunday Hailey had my car and I walked over to her house to get it. On the way, a guy on a motorcycle stopped talk to me. He wound up giving me his number and saying he would like to take me out to dinner sometime.
So, like an idiot, I sent him a text and we were supposed to go out to dinner tonight. We were meeting at 7 and I had a long day at work, I actually had to work overtime.
Anyway, when I got home I sent him a text to confirm. No reply, so I didn't get ready, instead I finished shaving the dog.
At 7:15 I get a text:
"Sorry baby, still at work"
First of all, don't call me baby, bitch. I'm not your baby and you just stood me up. It doesn't matter that I didn't show up either, I tried to contact him.
The picture on this post is not him, but it is how I shall remember him from now on. Never trust a guy on a motorcycle in parking lot on Sunday. Come to think of it, all the stores were closed, what was he doing there?