Options...

Last weekend could be summed up in a few texts...

Him: I'm sorry I didn't want to cause problems. I want to see you thru the week. Can I?

Him: I can't wait I already wish I was still there. I'll give you a call and come visit. You sound good Beautiful.

Him: Okay then Gorgeous. I'll give you a call. Sorry if I made things difficult I didn't want to. I'll make it up to you when I see you okay.

Him: How bad am I? What you mean?

Him: Yeah I'll come over; give the real thing tomorrow.

Him: Good morning Gorgeous how are you feeling. What are you up to how would you like a visitor today?

Him: Can't do the Pub today have to go to footy later. Was thinking of popping in and saying hello. Continue from where we left off last night.

Him: Tell him to leave. Hehe. I wish too. I wish I didn't leave last night I wanted to stay.

Now...

He's not the nineteen year old...

And I haven't heard from him since...

Still; a Girl's gotta Love having Options.

My Advice To Hubby...

Go tell Someone who gives a Flying Fuck.

My Life...

Trust Me...

This is No fantasy.

You Can't make this shit up.

He Was Only Nineteen...

He may have well have said...

"Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks and now I'm trying to get back

Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
I look into your heart and you'll find love love love love

Listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate, our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

D-d-do do you, do you, d-d-do, do you want to come?
Scooch on over closer dear, I'll whisper in your ear
Oh yes love, love love love love love
Love you love, love you love

I've been spending way too long tricking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Come on and open up your mind and see like me
(I won't hesitate)
Open up your plans and damn you're free
(No more, no more)
I look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours
(It cannot wait, I'm sure)

So please don't, there's no need
(There's no need to complicate)
There's no need to complicate
(Our time is short)
'Cause our time is short
(This is our fate)
This is, this is, this is our fate
I'm yours, I'm sayin' I'm yours..."

Lyrics by

Jason Mraz - I'm Yours

...And For Those of You Really Paying Attention...

He was only ( and I Only just found out) 19.

Damn You, Redgum.

This Time...

He Ain't coming back.

The Living Fuckers...

Bowes: Are you okay?

Bowes: Hubby get home alright?

Bowes: As real as it gets. I miss you already.

Bowes:I'll give you The Other.

Bowes: Yeah come over.

Bowes:Don't worry I must be missing something.

Bowes: Hi Miss Construed.

Bowes: I don't know what to think sorry Miss Construed.

Bowes: Caring.

Bowes: I really do.

Bowes: Does it bother you?

Bowes: Oh; what to do...

Bowes: It would be good to lay down with you though.

Bowes:Well...

Bowes:He guessed What?

Bowes: It don't matter. I want you.

Bowes: But I wouldn't let him.

Bowes: Was it wrong to do so?

Bowes: On what?

Bowes: I think I love you what should I do?

Bowes: I do. It hurts.

Bowes: I hope you really mean that.

Bowes: What do we do now?

Bowes: I'll never forget.

Hubby: You have just been give up.

Hubby:Get out of my house then.

Hubby: It's your behaviour thats put you in this now pack up and fuck off.

Hubby: Do the right thing for once pack your bag and go its over.

Hubby:Your mum will come and get you. Best go...

...


Or fucking What?

Are you going to come home and punch the living Fuckers out of me?

Fucking Fantastic...

He Wasn't the Welsh Guy...

Still; he tasted fucking Fantastic.