I'm starting to get a little annoyed with Mr. Ed Choppers. She is incredibly shallow and it is taking everything in me not to be very frank with her. For one thing, she's way too damn old to be as hung up on partying as she is. The occasional club here or there is okay, but Wednesdy through Monday nights? After a while, it gets old, no? I mean, just how much flossing and fronting on the dance floor can one stand? She's at least 38 and it seems that all she cares about is trying to impress a bunch of fakes. Once you get crows feet around your eyes, gray hair, and a witch nose you really need to start at least trying to act mature…lest you look like a fool. Okay, that was mean, but I digress...
She doesn’t want to hear the truth. She wants a “yes, ma’am,” someone who tells her what she wants to hear. I’ve dealt with her type before. My cousin loves a “yes, ma’am.” It’s usually the ones who make the dumbest decisions in life who do. Anyway, it’s become glaringly obvious that the 22 year old guy she’s been giggling over does not like her the way she likes him. He’s a club promoter, drives a used Honda Civic, and lives with his parents. He’s looking for young fun, not an old disco-hopping cougar who can’t even be a sugar mama because her credit is bad and she still lives at home with her parents. They’ve already had sex (within the first two weeks of meeting) and he’s already told her that he’s not feeling her, even though he still calls from time to time to stroke her ego and to see if she and her disco pals will come to something he is being paid to promote. No dates, no real pursuit, not even a nibble of what’s she’s putting out there. Just “bring your
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