I feel incredibly liberated by the fact that the evil cunt can't possibly get to my blog any longer. I can write anything I can dream and then some, without worrying about a phone call that would say "Dot, you know I don't give a fuck what you write, but you know, I get thrashed when you do this shit." Well, of course, if he would stand up and assert himself...yada yada yada, right?
Anywho, enough about that, and I can only look with adoring eyes towards my date this coming Wednesday. Yes, of course the blast message is worded to poke the bear, but it is about Malcolm, and me....and how we will spend a glorious day getting to know each other incredibly thoroughly. Malcolm has been quite an attentive partner, and not just sexually. He is so considerate in seeing to my emotional health as well. I really love that about him, the way he eases himself into my day, so relaxed and comfortable with a phone call and a text, or two, or twelve. LOL, I REALLY gotta get a texting plan. I love the way he becomes indignant on my behalf of the way the scene has played out with the raging bitch. Of his plans to be my escourt, and be the best date EVER. Like he could be anything less, EVER. He talks of magic nights exploring new places he wants to show me, of new experiences he wants to introduce me to, and I am starting to chomp at the bit....cuz waiting for TIME to accomplish all this is killing me. I want it all, NOW. LOL. And I love his impatience too. But life happens, kids come first, and in his case, so does a job. Me, I get the summer to play, apparently. But I only want to play with my new partner, and, well, maybe some friends in there too. I still love my life, I love my new adventure, and I LOVE my new freedom from worry. The fates, bitches though they may be, are starting to throw me some good stuff, and I'll take it!
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