Sat, Dec-28-02, 12:17
|
|
Registered Member
Posts: 2,337
|
|
Plan: Atkins
Stats: 196/179/150
BF:Ugh!
Progress: 37%
Location: Vacaville, California
|
|
Well...I went out last night and treated myself to those size 10 jeans. Yessir, they're a bit tight, but they look damned good. I also bought a cute little black low-cut thing with hanging sleeves and a tie in the back...when I got home I dressed myself up just to take a good look...and suddenly got another fantasy...
My ex-DB gets back from Chicago where he's supposedly clearing his mind and finding himself, blah, blah, blah ... what he's really doing is trying to find a way to decide between the old life and the new one, which includes a little party girl.
So, I'm dressed in my new stuff, and he just happens to stop by to start some ~#$% and I have to tell him, sorry I can't play any head games right now, I'm on my way out...of course, he'll ask me if it's with a guy...and I'll have to tell him that's none of his concern. But the looks he gives me and the "comments" he still makes about how good I'm looking these days will be enough to sustain my ego for a little while. Even if I drive myself around town till 2:00 a.m....I don't care! I would revv my engine past his window to let him know I'm back...he wouldn't sleep a wink.
God, please let it happen....
|