Yesterday I was boy shopping, as is my wont, when I was hailed.
We talked for a bit. It was friendly at first, but then, things took a turn for the nasty! He started to insult me in various ways. Then, it escalated into, "I hate you!" (where did THAT come from?)
But then, I realized, I had completely forgotten that I'd met him. And told him I had absolutely no desire to be his fuck buddy (aw. widdly puddy duddy got reJECTed).
He was just not appealing. Tattoos. Very hairy.
But the best thing about the conversation? Not once did he call me fat.
NOT ONCE.
And isn't THAT something to celebrate!?
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
Lol....
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