B hated and still hates dates, dating or anything involving the word date. She dreads them, so she avoids them because to her core she loathes them. Last week B was approached by someone in the Walmart parking lot(classy I know) who was not homeless and asked for her number. B thought it was a joke since things like this never happen to her so forgot this stalker's name. He contacted her afterall and B thinking she'd get off the hook by having to work last Saturday night, but this man tried again and thanks to B's friends who have told her to "BE NICE!", she is now currently looking for anyone who's extremely ill to hang around her presence the next few days so she too can be sick by Friday night. Harsh?? Absolutely not. No offense to the walmart man but B hates dating. She's not good at it so she dreads it, so she stresses about it, and let's face it B doesn't need another thing to stress about.
side note: if no illness appears by friday a self photo of B will be taken and sent out to friends prior to leaving for dinner because if this man is a hitman, rapist, or the next Josh (or Stephen) Powell, B would like people to at least know what she was last seen in to give report to police...because let's face it she could easily be chopped liver by 7:30pm Friday.
Today's story of B end's with a
To Be Continued...
3 comments:
hahaha oh b, what are we going to do with you?? :) i like story time :) you are so entertaining...keep me posted!
J on the other hand is thoroughly prepared for tomorrow night. He's checking things off his interrogation checklist, has his gun strapped to his ankle, and is waiting patiently by the clock waiting for his opportunity to play "the spy"!!!
Still waiting for an update on this....
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