What Are You Thinking? Continued 7

*pulls you close across that big vinyl seat*

*begins to feel uncomfortable, as Lonelywife1205 is pulled across his lap*

I was supposed to be in the back, huh? I'll just crawl back there. You two seem busy.
 
*begins to feel uncomfortable, as Lonelywife1205 is pulled across his lap*

I was supposed to be in the back, huh? I'll just crawl back there. You two seem busy.

DS gave you the keys...please drive around aimlessly for about an hour, turn the music up and don’t look in the rear view mirror. 🤣
 
When I was in Junior High, I went to this dance. I didn't go to many of them, but I got talked into going to this one out of a weird sense of hope and possibility.

I went alone of course, because I never had anyone to go with. I saw this girl who was alone too and I decided to ask her to dance. I didn't know her well, we hadn't been in classes together, but she was wearing a dress and I thought what the hell?

So I asked her to dance and she looked around at everyone in this panic, and slapped me in the face. She shouted; "Don't talk to me, pig!" and stormed off.

In so many ways, I'm still that poor fat kid, standing alone on the dance floor, afraid to ask another girl to dance but afraid that if I go home, it will mean she is right and I should just give up. I killed time another hour that night, before walking home. Eventually, people stopped laughing about it.

My whole interaction with women has always sort of been like this. I've never grown out of it. Always reaching out, but in the wrong way, in the wrong places, to the wrong people.

I'm 37. I'm beginning to think I've been at this dance alone, for far too long. Time to go home.

I felt this in ways I don't like to admit...fuck, I could have written it.
 
I felt this in ways I don't like to admit...fuck, I could have written it.

That's why I write these things firebird. Because over the years I've come to understand that I sometimes say what others can't or won't. But maybe need to.

Let the lonely boys go back to their comic books for now and dream of being heroes. It's more fun.
 
People die all the fucking time. Just fucking stop posting about it. So fucking done.
 
ScoobyDoo had the ability to tell a veterinarian that he didn't want the thermometer up his ass.
 
Sleep is for the weak.. Or I'm going to sleep for a week.. One of those
 
Now I'm thinking.. What leg, and what is going on with it

Left one that got the new hip
Hip is great, but now I’m having pain in the front of my thigh. Annoying as hell!
Now you know the whole story! ;)
 
Thanks, I'm sure my brain would have pondered. Sounds painful,sorry to hear
 
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