|Karen in Ironwood....Day 4....also, Stalker Girl|
April 16, 2018
Thanks to Mother Nature...I had the kids here again last night. I love these little brats, but I'm ready for them to go home now.
It's purely selfish, to be honest...I want to do crafty things and get stuff done around the house, and I can't do that with the kids underfoot.
Hopefully today the roads will be plowed and Karen will be able to get from Ironwood to here to get them.
If not...we'll be here another day.
In other news....Stalker girl (also known as Kym) came over in the midst of the blizzard yesterday. I have to admit...she has me completely freaked the fuck out.
Not only did she come during a snowstorm...but she stopped and got 'snacks' at Walmart on her way...she also got me flowers....tulips...which was fine, since we had discussed having a movie date here after the kids went to bed...but she also showed up with an overnight bag.
Who does that on the first date?
I mean...I could totally see bringing it and leaving it in the truck in hopes that you'd get lucky...but who just brings it in?
If there was any chance of me feeling her, that completely shot it all to hell.
It's not just that...there are a couple other things too...
First...she's about a foot shorter than I am. I know, I know...height shouldn't be something that's even on my radar...and I have dated guys that were shorter than me in the past...but it just seems such a huge difference!
Second...She came wearing sweatpants...which is fine because we were all in our jammies anyway...but then when I told her that she wasn't spending the night, she made the comment, "Then I'm not even going to put on my comfy pants." Wait...what? If sweats are your non-comfy pants...what are the comfy ones made out of...puppies and marshmallows??? I mean....sweats ARE comfy. I'm at a loss.
I don't know....I'm thinking that she just isn't all that I hoped/thought she would be...and I'm good with that. It would have been nice to see how things went, but I really am cool with it not going anywhere.
When you're not feeling it, you're not feeling it...right?
Love until later,