I get it.
What I’m happy about is that I “got it” a lot quicker than the last time.
I wanted a date. You wanted to fuck.
Now. These things aren’t mutually exclusive. Just because I wanted a date (first), it didn’t mean that you weren’t going to get fucked. But I can see how you might think that. But to forget that you had made plans for a date? While still remembering that you wanted to fuck me?
We didn’t even get started, so I can’t even be mad…
(or even bitter)
I AM annoyed. I wasn’t sure why at first. So I slept on it.
But I woke up. Annoyed. Thought about it some more.
Then it hit me.
It was the, “I have a lot on my plate” line.
Cue up Sunshine Anderson, because I’ve heard that all before…
I get having a lot on one’s plate. I do. I really do.
But I’m not parsley, luv.
I’m the fucking steak.
The main course that you can’t wait to dive into. The one you make reservations for. The one you wait to be cooked to perfection. The one you’ll stand in line for when you can’t make a reservation.
I’m not drive thru.
Nope. I’m not interested in seeing the dessert menu.
I’mma just order some takeout.