Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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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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