So it turns out that Redbeard is less this…
And more this…
He sent me the following message tonight:
“Hi, sorry for the slow response. Just been doing alot of thinking. It’s time we need to say goodbye. I’m not mad or upset, just wanting more than fwb. I hate to do this via messenger but I don’t even have your number. I really like you but you just don’t want what I want, and that’s ok. Your a cool lady and I hope you find what your looking for. Goodbye, Miss [Ginger].”
Without really thinking it through, I immediately replied:
“Ok. I’m not surprised. I figured you’d dump me before your birthday. Good luck. Bye.”
That was the end of our communications. Either I’m a damn ice queen now or I really just don’t give a fuck anymore. It’s kind of nice. I think I’m finally becoming an ADULT! Just kidding. That’s never going to happen.
I’m just not ready for husband #4. I don’t mind dating someone, but what’s the rush?
I’ve finally got a job that I love, a groovy apartment, a great family, and the internet. How could I possibly need anything more? This living single shit is awesome. I don’t have to wait to get into my own bathroom in the mornings. I don’t have to rush. I don’t have to make my bed if I don’t want to, and if I do, it’s because I honestly do want to. I don’t have share the closet! That’s a big plus.
I smoke, I drink my sweet tea, and I watch any damn thing I want to watch on television. Life could always be better, but for right now, this is pretty pretty pretty pretty good.
Until next time…
Peace, love, & happiness.