The talk came after an akward evening where I spent my evening drowning my unhappiness in double rum n cokes w/a lime...
I probably consumed my own bottle or Bacardi, how I do enjoy a good rum!
The text messages started filtering in around 11 or so, to the tune of poor me, whoa is me
so forth and so on.
Im not a cheater... I have never cheated on my significant other.
I was ready to go out and find some random man, and have my way with him.....
just to prove a point!
The messages started flying even quicker... one right after another, they ranged between two emotional sets, Anger & Pity
I came to some realizations that night, standing outside a bar, talking to some strange guy about all the going on's in my home.
Im not happy
Im not attracted to him
I need a MAN! not a whinny ass little boy
So, the talk came finally...
needless to say....
This little birdie..is free... free... FRRREEEEEE!!!!!!
Time for me to call my booty call.. woop woop!!!!