When it rains it pours, and lately I’ve had so many choices that it’s enough to make a slut’s pussy spin. But before we get to that part…
Yesterday started out as a normal Saturday at work. Lots of the customers that came in were there on weekend passes from the loony bin. A few were my regular lurkers that come in and try to get my phone number. One of the lurkers is actually the guy who I met at the car wash back in October. He came in to the store one day and recognized me and we started talking. He’s a really nice and good-looking guy, and he’s always very polite and respectful. So I had given him my number again, but I hadn’t really had a chance to talk to him on the phone. We only exchanged a few texts. Yesterday while he was there he told me that he was heading to Louisiana to visit his sister and brother-in-law for the weekend. That meant nothing to me at the time, so I just told him to have a safe trip and went back to helping out the hordes of clueless customers.
The rest was nice little old ladies and big guys nicknamed “Bubba” who reeked of B.O. and alcohol, and were looking at TV antennas to take home and put up on their roofs. Hopefully none of them were injured on the job later that afternoon. (PSA: Boys & Girls, don’t drink and install. Pay a professional to do that for you.) We also had one couple who came in and let their kid run rampant through the store. He finally found a toy and sat on the floor playing with it. Later I found a wet spot where he had pissed on the carpet. Kids are as bad as dogs. That’s how work went on Saturday. Loads of fun.
I already had plans to leave work and go straight to meet a guy for coffee. He’s 35, twice divorced, one kid, not very attractive, lives an hour and a half away, and says he’s a “DJ.” He sent me a message on Zoosk. (BTW Zoosk sucks worse than Plenty of Fish. Don’t bother with it.) I tried to get him to meet me half way, but he was full of excuses so I gave up and said I’d come to him. It was a beautiful day and I just had a new radio installed in my car Friday, so I was itching to try it out, and to get out of Podunk for a while. No big deal.
I confess that I had a bad feeling about this guy before I even left work, but, ever the optimist, I decided to give it a chance anyway. Just in case though, I called my car wash guy and told him that I too was headed to LA. We decided to meet later that evening. So if my Zoosk boy turned out to be the asshole that I thought he might be, I wouldn’t have wasted an entire evening and tank of gas.
I had told him what time I’d be getting off work and leaving so he knew when to expect me. When I was about an hour away from my destination I sent him a text tell him how far away I was. He didn’t reply. I kept going and then Continue reading