To Das Squirrel,
Remember that birthday dinner at Red Lobster for your Dad last Sunday? Well, I noticed that your Twit Wifey was “flirting” with that tall whitish server with two dark ear studs. Her face lighted up. Instantaneously, it was the same flirting eyes/lighted-up face that I “picked-up/sensed” when you reported to me her reaction while shopping for her engagement/wedding rings.
It was the the same notable flirting eyes/lighted-up face with the batting eyelashes that I saw on Jacklyn P, a Vietnamese co-worker of mine from over sixteen years ago. We were at the local Campbell Coffee Shop and in front of us was a brunette, youngish whitish chap. I looked to my left and she was batting her eyelashes coyly!
So although you both were touching and prodding each other underneath the table, y’all are deceiving each other. I’m still not pleased with your attitudes, knowing that both of you are using each other. Why? Because for the price of security and money, and like my living free and clear with my parents, we both have foregone making children, the next generation.
That’s truly sad for both of us.
With lots of sadness,
Evil Kitty
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