That’s me! And for some sick and wrong reason, it entertains the hell out of me. So I saw someone yesterday. I knew I would, but tried to avoid it. I was at an awards ceremony for his son. His son invited me and I didn’t want to let him down. Sure, I knew that ‘he’d’ be there, but did my best to no look for him or sit by him. As I knew he’d see me though, I opted to dress up. A lot. And damn if I didn’t look pretty friggin’ great. Of course he saw me. And came over to give me a hug. And tell me how wonderful I looked. And ask why I was so dressed up. To which I replied: ” I have a date I’m meeting for dinner in an hour”. And walked away. And after the awards’ ceremony was over, I drove my all dolled up ass straight home. That’s right. No date. No plans at all. Just felt like being an immature bitch. And ya’ know what? I liked it.
Immature, Party Of One? March 12, 2012