Risk is always better than regret.
I’m not so sure about that but I guess I’ll find out soon enough. Meeting up with Jessa today for a late lunch and…well, who knows where things might go? It’s probably too soon to be starting a relationship but according to Jessa, we are just dating. Whatever in the hell that means. We shall see I reckon.
Got rained on during the Hash yesterday. That’s not so unusual this time of year. But the water turned the dirt to mud and the mud made the trail a slippery mess. The downhills were especially risky. I did manage to keep on my feet, no regrets about that!
Now it’s time to prepare for my date. I hope I don’t regret it, but that’s the risk I’ve got to take.
May your date go well.
And I wouldn’t let anyone nicknamed Buddy Fucker anywhere near your beloved dog.
HaHa! I’ve actually already had that conversation with Buddy Fucker…keep the fuck away from my Buddy!
This pursuit, panting after Jessa is heading for a crash. Get past it and move on or make moves to have her panting for you. Can’t tell you how. Just the the what.
Wishing you the best.
Thanks, Rascal…sorta what I’ve been thinking–I’m doing all the work here.