We made plans to grab a drink one night while he was in town.I got ready and headed over to the bar we had decided on.Here are 25 signs you've been out of the game for way too f*cking long. And your delivery guy is actually starting to grow on you (romantically).(But there’s no such thing as “too much” Netflix, so you’re good). If I’m missing any other options that involve you bearing children, you have seriously considered those, as well.Because you never have to entertain any male guests unless they’re blood relatives, so there’s no need for more than one glass. Sorry, Aunt Bertha, but the title of this love story is “Me, Myself And I.”You want to be hugged by someone all day, and since there’s no man in sight, you’ll just have to settle for your bestie. Apps are all a waste of time, and men are…well…they’re just about the same.After a couple months, he finally got up the courage to get my number and ask me out.
He told me he was sorry and asked if I still wanted to have a drink. Even though I had waited 2 hours, we were already there. The rest of the evening wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.
He called me just as I parked my car, telling me he was stuck in traffic and would be a little late.
I told him “no problem,” and went inside to grab a drink and a table. At this point I was texting our mutual friend because I was trying to figure out what to do. She told me that I should leave and forget about him.
So, in the realm to waiting a sufficient length of time before marrying, are you willing to wait for an endless supply of lovely marshmallows, or do you want to bite down, right now, on something that resembles a marshmallow but may well turn into a bag of pus once you’ve committed?
I wonder if this explains why the Spanish word esposas means both “wives” and “handcuffs”?