Princess?

Hi, friends! Not too much craziness to report this week, but it’s only Wednesday.

Work is still wild but I’m handling it like a champ with a bottle of wine in the tub. But actually, Tinder and Hinge are looking promising this week! Few new connections so stay tuned to see how those pan out.

But let’s get to why I’m here, the chin sucker.

Now loooooong ago, I matched and met up with this dude and thought “meh, I’ll see what the second date brings.” Well, it brought chin sucking, a cheek suck, CHEEK, and more fish-like movements. In the worst way.

Now dear reader you already know your girl is hopeless and desperate. Early last year he messaged me out of the blue (after a year of no contact) and I stupidly replied … even met up.

As expected it sucked and we didn’t really meet up again. However, he does enjoy texting me randomly as he feels there is still hope. Reader, there is not.

Now he knew my dad was sick. He would always text me when I was home visiting (which was all the time) and he was well aware of the situation. In January he asked what’s going on, told him I was out of town, and he thought I was out of town scared of covid. Again. And yes, this was his initial reaction every single time I messaged saying I was away. Idiot.

I informed him it was for personal reasons and he FINALLY asked how my dad was. My response “actively dying” and he then sent sympathy. My dad died two days later.

That was January. No response after that one sympathy note and none since … until yesterday.

“Is the princess back?”

Fuck off.