I don’t know if it was 3 strikes, but it was enough for me.
We made plans again for dinner last Sunday. Because of the distance, our dates have been sleep overs. I offered up the guest room, but we were mature about it, if you get my drift.
After dinner, we had some wine and beer, then because I had to go to work in the morning, we went to bed. She kept getting up to go pee. It must have been 3 times before I fell asleep. I heard the door close again, I thought it was the bathroom door, it was the bedroom door… I then heard her downstairs, I look at the clock, it was 4:30 am. I rolled over, a few minutes later she came back upstairs…
“What were you doing?”
“I can’t sleep, I had too many energy drinks yestarday…”
“What?”
She settled down and got up again… WTF?
My alarm went off at 5:00am and I went downstairs to have my coffee. I noticed the bottle of wine from last night was now empty… oh for christ’s sake… she got up at 4:00 in the morning to polish off the rest of the wine? I should have seen the warning signs… the previous date when we were back at her place, she drank her wine and mine…
No more dates for her…
February 6, 2009 at 4:51 am |
You are killing me with these stories…I have to get to bed but I can’t stop reading!