And home I am from shopping at Kroger.
Which is not the hell that is Wal-Mart.
But is a close second.
Considering I abhor shopping.
Regardless, here is the dilemma.
I ran into Mr. Clean.
In the dairy section.
While feeding my addiction to skim milk.
Well, not feeding per se, but loading my cart with four gallons thus sustaining myself for perhaps 5 days.
He was so . . . HIM.
He smelled good.
He was gorgeous.
He was articulate.
He managed to NOT stick his foot in his mouth.
And I remembered how much I liked that mouth.
So I flirted.
Big ole flirty eyes.
Yep, uh huh.
And agreed to accept a phone call - promised to be delivered later in the week.
And possibly a dinner next week.
Which brings us to the weekend.
Stephen, god love him, has decided I would be PERFECT for his friend D.
D is apparently a tall drink of water with a college degree, a good job and a desire to find a good girl.
Were it not for that last little fact (the girl, guys, the girl), Stephen would probably jump him.
Thus, he is employing my #6 tactic (read below) of hooking him up with a friend.
I was initially somewhat excited by the prospect.
BUT terrified, because in Stephen's eyes (I'm guessing) I'm a gorgeous flower of a girl who can do no wrong.
Which makes me wonder how I was described to D.
Or IF I was described to D.
I have demanded Birdie attend any function which requires my presence and possibly D's.
Hence our Superbowl plans are on hold until we hear from Stephen.
Not understanding the dilemma?
Here it is . . . is it fair for me to allow Stephen to attempt to set me up with a good guy if I'm sabotaging my life by allowing Mr. Clean to re-use my digits??
Little help here people, little help.