Mick has remained pretty relentless since his last attempt at luring me. I have been guilty of returning texts, and in doing so, I'm probably leading him to believe there's still some interest on my end. And there really wasn't any...until (and I can't believe I am about to write this) I saw him on Halloween.
Good lord, I couldn't take my eyes off the man. He wasn't in costume, but he was in uniform. He was partaking in securing the block party we were at, as a good security officer does. His gray polo was hugging his biceps and his black pants were hugging his bum. I made myself blush when I found myself imagining what he would do with the handcuffs tucked into his belt. He did manage to ruin it a bit by bragging about his new F-250 truck and all the bells and whistles that I couldn't care less about. Apparently, that's a definite panty dropper in his eyes. Bragging doesn't drop my panties as much as putting me on the back of the bike and going real fast, but I digress.
I must be effing crazy, though. Have I not learned my lesson? Am I that superficial where I would overlook all his shortcomings because he's so damn easy on the eyes? It's scary because I don't know.
God, I suck sometimes!!
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Ew, ew, EWWWWWW!!! First, I will SMACK you if you go near that.....thing ever again. Second, "easy on the eyes"???? WHAT?? We have to have a long sit down and discuss what good looking actually is my dear. Third, ok, cuffs are cool. 1 point for you. Fourth, remember trying to go to the bathroom and having to dodge the semen piles on the floor?? I can't even believe what I'm reading right now. You upset me sometimes. Seriously.
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