272: if you're looking for a date...

try your local library.

we're still here.

baby bliss is on the PC and i'm on my laptop.

there's a young(er) man sitting at the table across from me. he's a cutie. dark, smooth skin, pleasant face, nice smile.

maybe it's my imagination, but i think he's watching me.

not that i'm paying attention. okay, i am. but only cuz i watch everyone around me. so i can feel safe.

if i was single and childless, it might be a hook up.

if...

Comments

jessabean said…
Girl, there is no harm in daydreaming a little every once in a while!
November 20, 2007 at 9:43 PM
Aly Cat 121 said…
ummmm don't even THINK about it, cuz you know that's how it starts? By thinking. LOL.
November 21, 2007 at 12:06 PM
Bliss said…
jessabean, you're right. there's no harm in a little reverie every now and again.

i'm really a good girl at heart. i'd never do anything more than flirt.
'-)

as if i have the energy for anything more... LOL
November 25, 2007 at 12:55 AM
Bliss said…
aly, get outta here! why can't a sista just THINK about it and that's all it is? :-)

i'm a GOOD girl and even if i was single, i would never EVER go out with a guy i met at the library.

i like to meet MY men at the club. or at yoga class. or the gas station...

'-)
November 25, 2007 at 1:02 AM
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