Comments:

Smed - 2005-09-13 00:45:47
Aw, he was just awed by your majestic presence when you were inside your lair. Or something...but I bet he was awed.
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monkey-king - 2005-09-13 00:54:26
Or perhaps your cat recognized him as some sort of DEMON!
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Meany - 2005-09-13 01:48:45
Now you listen to ME: you will NEVER be your mother! You are WAY too funny. Smooches! And, yay naked cake!
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warcrygirl - 2005-09-13 06:44:20
It was nice of him to give you a ride and help carry groceries and stuff. Hey, at least you didn't have to ask your mother for help! And yeah, what Meany said.
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maria - 2005-09-13 07:08:17
Witty - I wonder if this is something your case manager can look into for you: http://www.800charitycars.org/whocanapply.htm
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Nanc' - 2005-09-13 10:09:22
I think he just sounds like a very decent guy. He's married and you two were alone in your apartment. He just didn't want to give-off the wrong signals. As for your mom, be happy she is so concerned for you. My mom has never shown a fraction of that type of concern for me, of course, I did wear camo and combat boots for 21 years.
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Poolagirl - 2005-09-13 10:17:16
You never cease to crack my shit up!
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witty - 2005-09-13 10:58:07
What I didn't mention about when we were talking about sex at work was that he kept talking about cheating on your spouse rather extensively. Maybe thats why I was nervous. I thought that was rather telling.
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Belle - 2005-09-13 13:35:37
When the EMT comes, he can write back to yer mum.
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Nanc' - 2005-09-13 13:49:19
Oh...Well, maybe he realized he'd been yacking about cheating and thought you'd be uncomfortable...or not.
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Phil - 2005-09-13 20:45:14
Nudosity - That's my new word for the day!
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