The windows were open in the living room, and about an hour ago, G-Babbs was out walking her dog. She spotted the open windows and came over chatting through the screen. She asked me how I was doing and if I'd heard from Storm at all.
I told her no.
She then asked me if I'm dating anyone? I told her it was pointless right now given my injury and that I'm still a few months or more from being able to walk proper.
G-Babbs-: "You should do that online dating. Saw a commercial for it while I was watching tv.:
Me-: "Done that. Didn't really work for me."
G-Babbs-: "Why not? Too picky?"
Me-: "Not picky enough. I kept getting weirdos and cheaters. I had a few guys tell me that I wasn't what they had expected. Which I don't understand, I mean, they saw what I looked like, talked to me in emails and on the phone how could I not be what they were expecting?"
G-Babbs shrugged and made this dismissing motion with her hand, her dog thinking she had a treat for him and started to jump up and down barking.
G-Babbs-: "Screw'em. Then you can do better. You're a nice girl, young still, good looking enough."
I said nothing, just sort of smiled and made an excuse to end the conversation. I was scratching the right side of my body like mad, Mr. Scratchy.
I hope that your evening has been going well. I did a tarot reading shortly after all that, and the King of Swords reversed came up. It means a man who abuses his power. Watch your back at work.
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