So I have a lovely, sexy phone conversation with G last night and not five minutes after I hang up there's a knock at the door.
Well, what do you know. It's the FS. He has mail for me, Son's report card, etc. This man obviously has never heard the "call before you come" rule. Anyhow, he tells me I look good(I have lost weight and toned up some), we make some conversation, I am polite of course, and then as he's leaving:
He: You look good.
Me: Of course I do. I could weigh 200 pounds and I'd still look good.
He gets into his little yellow midlife crisis. And:
Me: You remember how when we were first dating you used to tease that all the guys in Huron(my old residence) must be blind?
Me: Guess who's the real blind guy?
Oh, yessss. Man, that felt good!!
Happy Tuesday, all.