I had a date last night.
It was with a man who (I was positive) was a “SURE” thing.
He basically begged me to come over his house after we shared some provocative pics the night before.
Needless to say, I took special care when getting ready.
I bathed (always important).
I shaved (even my legs).
I refreshed my makeup and put on lipstick.
I was all set to roll in the hay, should the opportunity present itself.
And I full expected the opportunity to present itself.
I should know better.
As it turned out, he was not a sure thing.
Not even close.
I instigated a hug when I met him.
I kissed his cheek.
I flirted with him over dinner.
I don’t know how I find these guys.
Finally, after making small talk for about 3 hours, I asked if he wanted a drive home.
He’d walked the 0.3 miles from his house to the restaurant.
I was being polite, but secretly I was hoping for an invitation in.
He turned me down.
And gave me a dry peck on the lips goodbye with these parting words. . .
I’M TRYING TO BEHAVE.
I don’t want you to BEHAVE!
I want you to do wild and crazy things with me!
So there you have it.
My SURE THING was a TOTAL BUST.
It could only happen to me. . .