I hadn't heard from Bobby and, though it had only been a day, I was mildly surprised. I really thought we hit it off. And, shamefully, my mind went straight to the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I forget her name - the British woman who likes pink - had told the blond woman, who was a child actor once upon a time - the one who always has runny eye makeup - that she was rude for not calling Pink Lady's friend, the man with whom she had set runny eye makeup lady with. Did you follow any of that stupidity? If you did, awesome. If you didn't, you're probably better off.
I sent the email last Thursday. I haven't heard from him. And so it goes. Was there a spark? Probably not, if I'm being honest. Am I surprised? Not really. Would it have been nice to hear back? Well, yeah. Did I want to marry him and have a million if his babies? I don't know, he was really nice. Did I want to be his friend? Absolutely. Do I need a cup coffee to stop the rambling that is currently occurring. Abso-fucking-lutely. Happy Monday, I'm off in search of caffeine.
