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is no way that we should have been turned down for service because they were still supposed to be still seating for another 5 minutes.
Joshua responded by saying, “Oh okay, we’re sorry. We did come in at the last minute. Have a great night,” and then he grabbed my hand and walked us out the door. Speechless doesn’t even describe how I was feeling. I was pissed, disgusted, and annoyed all at the same time. What kind of man just lets this kind of thing happen? If I was out with Patrice, we would have been sitting at a table by now. Shit, if Kenneth was here we would not only be getting service but they would be kissing our ass too. None of them would just let that happen.
He just let them shoo us out of the restaurant because they were too lazy to serve us. I wanted to tell him that he should be more forceful, usually just asking a second time will get a table. It is money for the restaurant after all. As he walked me towards the car, I felt my phone buzz inside of my pocket. I already had a huge idea of who it was. I slid into the car and waited for Joshua to walk to his side before I checked my phone. I had another text from Ken and it said ‘I miss you already.’ I sighed but a part of me felt happy to receive the message. Why in the hell should I care if he missed me or not? He’s disrespectful and he shouldn’t be doing this.
I wanted to stay mad at him but it was hard to do when I missed him so much. At first his vast differences from Joshua made me appreciate Joshua more. But as my relationship with Joshua progressed, I missed Kenneth a lot more. The honeymoon period with Joshua was definitely fading away.
Women everywhere would probably want to choke me if they could hear the thoughts that were running through my head. I really was starting to miss Kenneth. Seeing him so much recently was messing with my mind. I was no longer happy and content. I cursed myself for being so fickle. Why do we women do this to ourselves? We never want the “good guy” and Joshua is a really good guy.
There was no guarantee that if I got back with Ken, that things would be any different. I would maybe call him tomorrow to set up a lunch with him so that we could talk. That way I could sleep on my thoughts and make sure that it’s not the liquor talking.
I drove home and was happy that Joshua was heading to his home and not my own. He had to get an early start in the morning and he didn’t bring a change of clothes with him. So I drove straight to the nearest McDonalds and ordered a Big Mac and fries. The entire time I could only think that Kenneth would never let me go hungry and he would never let me eat McDonalds alone after a date.
*
Work wise, this was a busy point in time for me because I had to get prepped for the change in seasons. My clients always want what’s hot and new in their stores and I can’t say that I blame them. So this involves me looking at the competition, going to fashion shows, and private viewings of collections. I have a wide array of clientele and so my days are endless. I love what I do but it keeps me busy.
I’ve been so busy that I was unable to contact Kenneth and schedule a meeting to really talk things over. I was also unable to see Joshua as much as I would have liked to which was a bit of a relief in some ways. When I got home, I would crash into the bed and then wake up to do it all over again. Of course this lead to a lot of text messages and phone calls from him. One moment he would accuse me of cheating and then the next moment he would tell me how much he missed me. He was coming off as being pretty bi polar and it was starting to get to me.
I did miss Joshua but the drama and his accusations were just starting to become too much. I enjoyed the time that we had together but it could be so much better if he wasn’t so insecure. Maybe the circumstances under which we got together is what’s driving him crazy and understandably so. But
Joshua responded by saying, “Oh okay, we’re sorry. We did come in at the last minute. Have a great night,” and then he grabbed my hand and walked us out the door. Speechless doesn’t even describe how I was feeling. I was pissed, disgusted, and annoyed all at the same time. What kind of man just lets this kind of thing happen? If I was out with Patrice, we would have been sitting at a table by now. Shit, if Kenneth was here we would not only be getting service but they would be kissing our ass too. None of them would just let that happen.
He just let them shoo us out of the restaurant because they were too lazy to serve us. I wanted to tell him that he should be more forceful, usually just asking a second time will get a table. It is money for the restaurant after all. As he walked me towards the car, I felt my phone buzz inside of my pocket. I already had a huge idea of who it was. I slid into the car and waited for Joshua to walk to his side before I checked my phone. I had another text from Ken and it said ‘I miss you already.’ I sighed but a part of me felt happy to receive the message. Why in the hell should I care if he missed me or not? He’s disrespectful and he shouldn’t be doing this.
I wanted to stay mad at him but it was hard to do when I missed him so much. At first his vast differences from Joshua made me appreciate Joshua more. But as my relationship with Joshua progressed, I missed Kenneth a lot more. The honeymoon period with Joshua was definitely fading away.
Women everywhere would probably want to choke me if they could hear the thoughts that were running through my head. I really was starting to miss Kenneth. Seeing him so much recently was messing with my mind. I was no longer happy and content. I cursed myself for being so fickle. Why do we women do this to ourselves? We never want the “good guy” and Joshua is a really good guy.
There was no guarantee that if I got back with Ken, that things would be any different. I would maybe call him tomorrow to set up a lunch with him so that we could talk. That way I could sleep on my thoughts and make sure that it’s not the liquor talking.
I drove home and was happy that Joshua was heading to his home and not my own. He had to get an early start in the morning and he didn’t bring a change of clothes with him. So I drove straight to the nearest McDonalds and ordered a Big Mac and fries. The entire time I could only think that Kenneth would never let me go hungry and he would never let me eat McDonalds alone after a date.
*
Work wise, this was a busy point in time for me because I had to get prepped for the change in seasons. My clients always want what’s hot and new in their stores and I can’t say that I blame them. So this involves me looking at the competition, going to fashion shows, and private viewings of collections. I have a wide array of clientele and so my days are endless. I love what I do but it keeps me busy.
I’ve been so busy that I was unable to contact Kenneth and schedule a meeting to really talk things over. I was also unable to see Joshua as much as I would have liked to which was a bit of a relief in some ways. When I got home, I would crash into the bed and then wake up to do it all over again. Of course this lead to a lot of text messages and phone calls from him. One moment he would accuse me of cheating and then the next moment he would tell me how much he missed me. He was coming off as being pretty bi polar and it was starting to get to me.
I did miss Joshua but the drama and his accusations were just starting to become too much. I enjoyed the time that we had together but it could be so much better if he wasn’t so insecure. Maybe the circumstances under which we got together is what’s driving him crazy and understandably so. But
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