Smack That Tush

My friend:

 

Marry a politician. He’ll be gone more than he is at home. Or an athlete.

 

(I'm about to roll laughing as I type.)

 

Is Lin Wood married? He's handsome. If he's not, y'all need to meet.

 

Me:

 

Yes, he is handsome. And he's a passionate man, smart.

 

A quick DuckDuckGo search confirms, he is indeed married, to Debby.

 

Even if he wasn't otherwise taken, he's a Peter, like me. Two Peter's in one household would never work. Spontaneous combustion. Ears flying everywhere. 

 

I've dated an athlete and he left an impression. I'll leave this right here.

 

Which brings me to the politician. I've not told y'all about him. It was a really close call. Thank heaven for gut instincts, and the fact I listened to them for a change. Well, and the obvious, he's a politician. I'll soon tell you the story.

 

Maybe God has someone for me, it would kinda be nice.

 

Sometimes.

 

As long as I can smack him on the tush and tell him to leave when I want alone time. (One of my LEO friends accuses me of sounding like a man.)

 

I'm grateful I survived online dating, I would take nothing for the stories. What a ride.

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