Once again, I stay up too late, reluctant to head up those stairs. The tv is on in the background and some over excited lady is urging me to pick up the phone and get to know those hundreds of drop dead gorgeous hunks that live in my area and are just gagging to get to know little old me. Of course no mention of the fact I would have to take out a second mortgage on the house just to afford a couple of the phonecalls and if I was so inclined I would quite likely end up talking to 57yr old Jimmy from up the mountain. He of course, would have taken the job of phone stud to supplement the income from the poitin still he has running from his back room. Not that getting to know a guy with his own, neverending supply of alcohol is a bad thing but I was thinking more of an Italian vineyard than a still in the wilds of Donegal- ya know?
But I digress, why dont I want to go to bed? Its not what you are thinking, oh no I sleep quite comfortably on my own thank you. No, what reminds me almost every night that I am alone is that I always, always, always forget to turn the frigging bathroom light off. Which I invariably notice just as I am snuggling down to sleep and then I have to brave the cold again. Just once, I would love to be able to turn around, look into the guys eyes, smile and make him freeze his b***s off crossing the bedroom floor.
Goodnight
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