So much has happened since the last time I've posted. I'm actually happy that I'm out there living, and not on here thinking of what to write about. But here I am, I have to put this up before I forget. Last week, I was hit with the distinct pleasure of being stood up. Oooh, nothing quite feels like it. I was stood up for a date. And I hate to admit that I was actually waiting by the phone like a love-sick teenager. The phone never rang. Well, it rang, but who wants to talk to telemarketers? Ah, how down I was..especially after i got such a nice little haircut to make me look more clean cut, and after I took my clothes to the cleaners..and after I imagined how nice it would all be. In the end, nothing went as plan.
I did, however, get to confront her. What did she say? You wont believe it. She didnt say a word. Well, she did speak, but none of the words pertained to an apology or a reason as to why she didnt call. Thats the second time she didnt keep her word, and I'm not a big fan of irresponsibility. No big deal. I've already moved on. If we do happen to meet or talk, it will be because of fate or something like that.
On a lighter note, a 38 yr old woman was flirting with me. I know I posted something earlier about going after older women, but in this case, i didnt even have to do a thing. There we were, drinking white wine and listening to Jose Jose..she leans closer and whispers something about me liking the music and being so young. We proceeded to play the guessing game. She guessed I was 25, and I guessed she was 32. She had been married, and had 2 kids: a 20 yr old male, and a 7 yr old girl..oh, and a cat named Hyna. She was Puerto Rican, and admitted to have forgotten most of her spanish. She spoke with her eyes, and used her mouth to take long pulls of a cigar. Everything said had sexual undertones...she constantly broke into my personal space. Touched my arms, caressed my leg...and when the music played loud, she moved closer and spoke into my ear. She smelled like a garden...and her legs were really soft. She said I was attractive...very cute..kissable even. We both flattered each other. When the night ended, we went our separate ways. No numbers exchanged...nothing. Maybe we'll meet again....because of fate or something like that.