What Was He Thinking?
Sugar Daddy asked me today if I wanted to go get our hair done on Saturday.
I just looked at him, stunned with the deer in headlights look.
"Saturday is Harry Potter day!" I finally stuttered out.
He was all like, "So?" Then he tried to tell me that I could bring my book and read it while we're there.
Yeah, right. I know those people. They'll want me to talk to them, they'll give me crap for being a bookworm and my anti-social behavior and they'll mock me when I start crying from the book (which I know I will).
We haven't resolved it though I'm pushing for Sunday or Saturday night so I'll be done reading.
I just looked at him, stunned with the deer in headlights look.
"Saturday is Harry Potter day!" I finally stuttered out.
He was all like, "So?" Then he tried to tell me that I could bring my book and read it while we're there.
Yeah, right. I know those people. They'll want me to talk to them, they'll give me crap for being a bookworm and my anti-social behavior and they'll mock me when I start crying from the book (which I know I will).
We haven't resolved it though I'm pushing for Sunday or Saturday night so I'll be done reading.