How about a nice shot of truth
Let me get this straight …
I get to forfeit my Saturday evening fanfic writing/reading time rescuing some guy (who I’ve never met before)’s kids from a police station several towns over, because, apparently I’m the only sober, child-friendly person in this stupid town on a Saturday night.
Then, children safe and sound, he wants to take me to dinner and I try to explain that I don’t like going out or socializing, even when I protest with words like anxiety attack, the man pressures me into accepting.
I don’t have his telephone number so I spend all of Sunday stressed out because I don’t want to go. Finally, I bribe my son, with fast food - I mean WAY to many chips to be healthy) to answer the door when he’s due and tell him I have a migraine (which is fast becoming true).
THEN … the bastard stands me up.
For fuck’s sake. My life sucks.
Oh well, I’m over it, time for some fic now …
