Tout le Monde,

Friday night I had worked at the bar as usual.  The typical girly thing that I did prior to working was wait for Mr. Man call about going to the beach the next morning.  The call never came and for all my ladies out there that know, all hell would break loose!  I nonetheless, a tid bit upset, I trucked along to work not giving a damn about Mr. Man who is letting me slip through his fingers.

Towards the end of the night I recieve a text message.  It was him, that bastard. I called him up and told him that I would just meet him down there as opposed to going to his house that night.  My reasoning was that I needed my car and I didn't want to follow him because he drives like an asshole.

He insisted on me coming over.  He wasn't planning on driving anyway.  So while we were discussing this I find out later that he became upset when he heard me squeal a little because my manager was trying to tickle my knee.

at work to be continued...