More fun on that front of which we are all sick and tired of hearing me bitch about
So tonight I had dinner with Mike. Fun stuff. I was calm, laughing about the whole situation. Then he up and shows me a hickey she gave him. I swear to God, anybody would have told me I was justified in hitting him right then, but I help my temper. I was good and calm. Seriously, with the amount of other cheek I've been turning, you would think my ass was the size of the moon. I have to ask though, when do i qualify for sainthood?
But yeah, this whole situation has escalated and I'm really trying to be a man about it and accept it. But when it gets flaunted in my face, it really pisses me off. Like her little comment last night, i can hit him anywhere but his lips. Jesus Christ! I mean, how much more do I have to stand. The only upside is that he is trying to help me find another woman, and that makes me happy.
Eh, anyways, go Sox. Good job kicking the New Yorkers a new one. It's time to break the curse and it seems like this is just the year in general for Mass.
Eh, thats it for now.
Peace
But yeah, this whole situation has escalated and I'm really trying to be a man about it and accept it. But when it gets flaunted in my face, it really pisses me off. Like her little comment last night, i can hit him anywhere but his lips. Jesus Christ! I mean, how much more do I have to stand. The only upside is that he is trying to help me find another woman, and that makes me happy.
Eh, anyways, go Sox. Good job kicking the New Yorkers a new one. It's time to break the curse and it seems like this is just the year in general for Mass.
Eh, thats it for now.
Peace