Let A Playa’ Play
Today, I called my Eyebrow Lady to make an appointment and Persian Hair Stylist (they work together) answered the phone. He informed me that her husband is in the ICU. My Eyebrow Lady married her husband when she was 16 and is now in her early 60’s. She always tells me that he’s her best friend in the world while she plucks my eyebrows, and then I tell her how I can’t meet anyone I like. Then she’ll tell me that my skin is looking dry and asks me how long it’s been since my last facial.
A few weeks ago, a Hot Salsa Teacher Guy asked for my number under the pretenses that he was going to inform me about the whereabouts of some salsa show (never happened). He texted me the next day, asking me a bunch questions about my life and work, and then I didn’t hear from him for a few weeks. I’ve long since realized that guys in Salsa World are not normal men. While in the real world, I would conclude that a guy who calls or texts me might have some interest in me, I treat a guy in salsa who does the same like a puppy dog who thinks I’m the most exciting thing in the world for 30 seconds, before another animate creature approaches. Kamagra is probably the cheapest of the three. generic viagra online deeprootsmag.org on the other hand, cost relatively more as they are well known brands. There are many other methods to help buy cheap levitra deal with erectile dysfunction. If you need panic disorder treatment anytime, before reaching out for the familiar sedative to http://deeprootsmag.org/2018/01/22/orpheus-dont-look-back/ levitra viagra online force you to sleep at the end of the day making you mouth the famous words: ‘Not tonight, honey’. You need sildenafil 100mg to know if you are acidic or not. It’s not personal…they just like anyone with breasts and a VJ (it’s actually very democratic).
A few weeks ago, I woke up early to the sound of my cell phone making the Text Message sound and I saw this text:
“Hello Miss… Just thinking of you this morning. Hope ur well.”
Since I hadn’t heard from him, it seemed a bit odd…but, again, I’m no stranger to odd. Later that day, my friend mentioned that she received a text from him as well at 7:00 am. When we compared phones, we noticed it was the exact same message.
Since, I apparently have time and energy to waste on the habits of lost causes, I texted him the following response.
“How many women did u send this to? At least two that I know of.”
I can’t say this went over well, as he’s ignored me ever since. Apparently, pointing out the obvious has minimal power to inspire change, not to mention it’s not bringing me any closer to one day caring for my long-term partner (or vice versa).
Just for today, I can try to manage my time better.