He comes to this little sports bar we are at. Friend and I are on our third beer each... he orders a soda. (Shocking) My friend has less of a filter on her mouth than I do and she gets worse, as do I, when drinking. As my friend talks... the choir boy can only set there in amazement as she weaves a web of F-bombs into what would otherwise be a normal conversation. I can tell he is extremely uncomfortable and he keeps acting like he has got to go. I offer to walk the choir boy to his car.
I stand at his car in perfectly good position to be kissed and...... NOTHING! He does plead for me to see him for the holiday. I explain my commitment to my family and my late husbands family and my daughter. He is good with it, so we agree to meet sometime between Christmas and the New Year. I am thinking "is it going to take the pressure of the New Year count down to get this dude to kisses me"?
