I met one of my kick @ss friends for a coffee date this morning. And you woulda thought I was getting ready for the prom. I pulled out the curling iron, shaved for 20 minutes, coordinated a cute little denim skirt ensemble with my new Chinese patterned flats and Mahjong tile bracelet, and put on full on face make up-which ain't no little thang. And of course she appreciated e'ry bit of my effort and even reciprocated by rocking the Farrah Fawcett hair do (of which I am insanely jealous) not to mention the full on make up and super cute outfit she was sporting. It's so much fun getting ready for a girl date. 1) They notice all your hard work and will comment on it-immediately-with no coaching or coaxing, and 2) you don't have to put out for them afterwards. Which is the opposite of the man/husband date. Mr B is old school-southern boy. If he takes me out to a movie and dinner, it's a sure thing that putting out is on the agenda. And none of this "later" business either. You gotta pay to play. That's just a fact of life when you marry a southern boy. No use whining or crying 'bout it or trying to delay the inevitable.
Speaking of husband dates, I pulled a fast one on Mr B last go 'round by not disclosing that Judy TAMPONelli had come for her monthly visit. You shoulda seen the look of betrayal on his face when we got home and I had to fess up. I could see him mentally tallying up the bill and deducting from next month's date night. Bottom line: that trick ain't gonna fly 'round these here parts again, or next date night's gonna be eating at McDonald's and watching cable on the couch...
Laws! That's playing hard ball, folks.
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