Ok. So I am not eating dinner alone. Let me know what you think and if you are for it ok?
Oh. And get this. Darth does it again. He sends me a reply to my request for NO EMAIL CONTACT AND NO MORE FORWARDS FROM HIS MISTRESS. He says after I email him last night :
"Someone's been drinking."
I reply: Nope. Was sick and home. Leave me alone.
20 Clues a Woman Should Call it a Night...
1. I have absolutely no idea where my purse is.
2. I believe that dancing with my arms overhead and
wiggling my booty while yelling WOO-HOO is truly the
sexiest dance move around.
3. I've suddenly decided I want to kick someone's [censored] and
honestly believe I could do it too.
4. In my last trip to "pee" I realize I now look more
like Tammy Faye Baker than the goddess I was just four
hours ago.
5 . I drop my 3:00 a.m. submarine on the floor (which I'm
eating even though I'm not the least bit hungry), pick
it up and carry on eating
it.
6. I start crying and telling everyone I see that I love
t! hem sooooo much.
7. There are less than three hours before I'm due to
start work.
8. I've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting
next to me.
9. The man I'm flirting with used to be my 5th grade
teacher.
10 . The urge to take off articles of clothing, stand on
a table and sing or dance becomes strangely
overwhelming.
11. My eyes just don't seem to want to stay open on their
own so I keep them half closed and think it looks
exotically sexy.
12. I've suddenly taken up smoking and become really good
at it.
13. I yell at the bartender, who ! (I think) cheated me by
giving me just lemonade, but that's just because I can no
longer taste the gin.
14. I think I'm in bed, but my pillow feels strangely
like the kitchen floor.
15. I start every conversation with a booming, "DON'T
take this the WRONG WAY but..."
16. I fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when I
sit on it.
17. My hugs begin to resemble wrestling take-down moves.
18. I'm tired so I just sit on the floor (wherever I
happen to be standing)
19. I begin leaving the buttons open on my button fly
pants to cut down on the time I'm in the bathroom away
from my drink.
20. I take my shoes off because I believe it's their
fault that I'm having problems walking straight.
And here is the comment Ms. Family Values sent to her chain of ho's:
Y'all! This is HYSTERICAL...especially since i think EACH of us has done about all 20 of these things!! haha!
Yea. It is hilarious. And I AM SURE SHE HAS DONE ALL 20.
I think being anal is cool...hee hee. But he has alot on his hands now. He has a twentysomething wild ho dog in his midst. He has to attempt to control her now. And I am moving on. Moving on and going to dinner with a cute guy. Sitting very very very far from across the table, but that is not the point. I am no longer a social leper. Sure I am infectious and feel poopy right now, but no longer the social leper. And I may be sick, but someone digs me and for once I am going to go and see how having a decent conversation face to face with a member of the opposite sex feels like. I honestly can't remember what it feels like to look across the table at a guy and talk to them over dinner. Gotta go. I need more hot tea with lemon and honey. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Big Grin]" src="images/icons/grin.gif" />
He replies to this: AND IT IS ANOTHER FORWARD FROM MS. FAMILY VALUES. In the forward, it accidentally shows where she's emailed it to her buddies and they laugh about how they've done it too. It shows her impeccable character (I am giggling). So here goes the forward from Darth via Ms. Family Values to me:
