I had a date last night and I didn’t go. I ran, then was up super early and oh so tired. I struggled all day long at work. I just couldn’t go on another run (and I’m not going to stop running to meet men, that only makes you fat and I speak from experience!), then shower and get ready again. He was cool about it, but said that he wishes he knew me better so I could just go to his place and chill with a movie in the DVD. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was hinting around that he’d like me to come over to his place and
suck his dick watch a movie. Uh, no thanks.
Instead of going out, I was home before 5:30. I went for a short run with my dog, took a hot bath with a magazine, ate a delicious dinner of butternut ravioli and roasted brussels sprouts, watched some Dexter on DVD while sitting on the floor cuddling with my dog, then went to bed at 8:30. Nothing wrong with that.