Originally Posted by
Wondergirl
Awwww, that could be the first sentence of a romance novel! I think I will write it.
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"There are a lot of pretty women at this bar, but it doesn't matter--I am leaving soon to be with you. You're way prettier than they are and they don't drive me crazy at all the way you do."
That was his entire text message. Yes, we are friends, but definitely not boyfriend-girlfriend, and not even dating. How did that thought crawl into his head? Where is he? He must be crazy drunk at some bar and having a bit of fun at my expense.
I decided to watch the evening news before getting ready for bed. A simpering newscaster carefully read from the pages spread in front of her. There had been the usual gang fights in the city and more flooding in several Southern states and don't forget a holiday weekend is approaching with no mail delivery on Monday. I was startled out of my apathy by the loud ringing of my doorbell.
[to be continued]