I just talked to my friend. We’re meeting tomorrow for lunch. He offered to drive to see me but I told him I would rather just come there.
We’re going to the restaurant where our high school reunion was held. It’s a nice place and will certainly be quieter than it was that night. He sounds so excited and so “good ole boyish.”
I went back and looked at his picture on the dating site. His hair is dark now….and he is tall….and he is Scottish so he is light-skinned. He is everything the Tarot card reader warned me about. Yay!
Now, I have to figure out something to wear…something that won’t make me look like a skeleton. I wore a skirt to the reunion so my legs didn’t show. I don’t want to get dressed up like it’s something special.
So…tomorrow at 1:00. Time to take some ibuprofen and ice my jaw. Oh, shit! I just remembered…what the hell am I going to eat? Do you suppose they have some Boost?
And by the way, when I checked that dating site, I had nine more messages. I think the best one was from a guy who said “I’d like to have you.” My response?
“You know what the great prophet Mick Jagger says…..you can’t always get what you want.”