iamabootdisk

Where have I been.

Tuednesday

Chapter One

I hate preparing. Actually, I hate the frustration that is accompanied by the preparation. You have to clean yourself. (Bathing) You have to dress. (To Impress!) You spend hours upon hours--or minutes. It really depends on the person--droning around, trying to make "it' perfect. And when it's all said and done and you meet up with her all Clean and Dressed to Impress and you take her out for a stroll, a movie, a quick dinner and perhaps another stroll she looks at you and says!!!

"I had a really great time." And you know she means it. And she calls you on the drive home and you know she means it. She wants to see you again and you know she means it. And you say... "likewise," with that slight grin on your face you know she sees it even though you are on the phone. Then you go home because your evening is over and you are no longer Clean and you Undress for Bed and it takes you seconds upon seconds and you unfold the covers and lay your head down and all you can think about is how much more perfect you can make it next time. And you mean it.

Boy, I really do mean it.