So yesterday after I posted my rant, Mr. P texted me and asked what I wanted to do. I told him I could not make one.more.decision. So he made an executive decision and took me out for beers and trivia and an ill advised version of Killing Me Softly at karoake. We went home and cooked scrambled eggs and grits and watched Big Brother After Dark. We were laying on the couch and I told him I was sorry for being so bitchy and I alluded to the final point I made on the post yesterday...about how my lack of 'niceness' was going to affect his libido. He laughed and said that wasn't the real reason. I said, "Well, what has it been?"
I thought he would say my smaller ass, my increased confidence, my sparkling wit....but no.
"I just realized that after Thursday I will only be able to have sex with an OLD lady."
Mr. P is quite the charmer.