Coffee and Breakfast

Fuck you!

I am still fucking upset!

I am still out-of-my-mind exhausted from having to stay up all night, all day, and all night again just to watch a movie I didn’t get to see in its entirety.

I would write to you about the date I had with Eric at Panera’s after my job interview for a promotion at work.  Fuji chicken salad, protein shake, and something else he ordered.  I never understood why the man behind him was monitoring the whole date on his machine.  He was however, a real body.  He gave great hug.  For a moment I got to remember what it felt like to be securely held in the arms of a man.

Unfortunately, I could wipe the floor with him.  He bored me.  He worried me.  He seemed aimless, and something else.  There was an indescribable withholding of information that set my defenses up.

He never called back.

I never got the promotion.

So, fuck you!