Good for you. It does feel better to be wanted.
On Sunday, August 24, 2014, Gmail <[email protected]> wrote: > This afternoon I was sitting outside reading, alone, in a court yard at my > apartment building. A man, Joe, waked up to me and said "Hello there > Bobbie. I looked out my apartment window and saw you here. I got up my > nerve and I wanted to ask you if you would go out with me? That guy I see > you with ... he is your Aid ... he helps you out... are you two dating?" I > told him that "Pete and I have been together for over 31years ... he is my > everything. I like you Joe, your a good man. I'm flattered." > Then Dawn, my Quad neighbor upstairs, and a lady, Mavis, I'm very good > friends with, come and sit down and join us. It was a drop dead gorgeous > day, weather wise. > Anyway, I was so flattered that .joe asked me out on a date, that hasn't > happened to me in years. I decided I'm not going to tell Pete. It would be > useless. Bobbie > > Smile Everyday >
