If anyone knows me, they know I am punctual. So my dude tells me he wants to cook dinner for me. Im like oh that's whats up. Sure I'll be surprised. I tell him that I will be over in the evening. And to me evening is after 5pm.... Its damn near 6pm, and I came here hungry looking for a good meal. But Im not allowed to be annoyed right? To come to the house, and he isn't here, no sweet aromas of his culinary arts. So what time does he plan on feeding me dinner? 9pm? Ahaha... SMH, I guess these cherries and water are gonna have to do. Where is he at? Well at 1 he said he was going to Brunch with friends. IM HUNGRY!!!!!!!! Ok, Im done.
UPDATE: So he sends me a text message saying that he should be home by 8pm. And you still have to cook?!? And Im suppose to wait till then? HA! FUCK THAT!
UPDATE UPDATE: so as my dude walks in he goes in sorry for running late. I go it's ok babe, and he goes no it's not ok. sssooooooo, of its not ok why continue to do it? Lol so we sat there talking and just enjoying each other's company, until it was time for me to go to work. I swear he makes me mad, but I love that MAN! My chocolate dripdrop!
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