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Daddysredhead -> RE: I hate it when........ (7/26/2008 8:55:01 PM)
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I hate it when: I take 2 hours to get all scrumptious for DaddyBoo, and He calls me on His way to my place (where Things 1 and 2 are not - since they are with their father tonight), and tells me He's about 20 minutes away, then I hear a weird noise, ask if He's ok, only to find out that He just puked and isn't coming down after all. [:(] He then tells me He is going to get some ginger ale and saltines and go home. So, I tell Him I love Him, to take it easy and I'll talk to Him tomorrow. However, I get a strange "must-go" impulse and run outta my place like my ass is on fire, tell my father that I'll be back later, and bolt. I started up to where He lives, only to get a call, asking me to come see Him, if only for a few minutes because He misses me and just wants to see me. I smile because I know that I am already on my way, and He asks, "Where are you?" and I say, "About 5 miles into being there" and He is all confuzzled. (He's a man, dontchaknow, and is sometimes unaware of my womanly 3rd eye... which I can only attribute to a great concealer and matching foundation.) LOL... When I get to our meeting spot, He smiles at me and says, "You look so good, I'm sorry I feel so bad." I just grinned and said, "That's ok, You'll make it up to me, just not tonight." [;)] So we went for a drive as He munched on crackers and sipped ginger ale. Not exactly the evening I had planned, but it was nice to have the follow up call that said, "Thanks for coming up and know that I love you very much." [:)] ~ Signed, All dressed up and no place to go
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