After the Return of Sawyer debacle I went back to online dating and discovered a string of totally unsuitable and unappetizing guys but they gave me some good laughs. There was a friend of Peabody’s who remembered meeting me but I didn’t remember meeting him. He was super conservative and a Trump lover but I went out with him out of spite just hoping it would get back around to Peabody. We had a very unremarkable date in the small town I live in – again hoping someone would see me and get back to Peabody (I’m nothing if not a little petty). We talked and he gave me a sob story about having a legit crazy ex-wife and wanted a lot of details about Peabody. Gossip travels fast in this small town I suppose. We kissed a little at the end of the night and it wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t anything to want to take your pants off about. Then there was the vet, as in veterinarian, who was so old fashioned he didn’t have a cell phone – at least that’s what he told me. But he als
So yeah Sawyer and I finally got our practically healthy grown up relationship. I realize how much of an oxymoron that sounds but if you read any of the old blog where he and I were “dating” we were so immature and ridiculous then. The first night he came over we just hung out for a while and of course he laid one of his trademark knee melting kisses on me right away. The chemistry between us has always been incredible, definitely unmatched with anyone I’ve been with in my history. We sat on the couch for a while and just talked. Caught up on the years and how life had been and all that stuff. He suggested we grab some takeout so we went out and he held the door open for me in his giant ass truck and helped me get it. As I was sitting in his truck waiting for him to get in, it was totally surreal. We drove down the road and he started laughing and said exactly what I was thinking – how weird it was after all these years and all history to be out in public together. We
Men suck. That’s all I really have to say about that topic. My words are starting to find their way back to me. I need the catharsis of writing. Get ready... Miranda - the disgruntled lol
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