I had a date with Frank. He called around 10 to let me know he was stuck in one of the New England states. He would be driving toward me as soon as he could and would call me back for our scheduled date in the early afternoon. He called me a few hours later. Still stick in that damned New England state. Hours away.
I was sorely disappointed. But not surprised.
And then to cap things off, after all this time... I get my period. Could it be more perfect? The second date I had set up for tonight? Canceled due to unforseen cramps and misery.
Fucking kill me, okay?
No comments:
Post a Comment