Of forks and men

At 8 pm yesterday I got really fed up and irritated with the extreme lack of decency of the Sugardaddy. What goes on in a man's mind when HE invites to a date but do not have the normal manners to cancel it when he changes his mind? Plus I was bloody irritated with myself for AGAIN being so NAIVE that I actually believe men when they ask me out! Moral of the song: Always mistrust men. But is this where we want to go?

Anyroads, given my sweet and polite personality I decide to text him.

"Hallo Sweet Busy bee, am I totally confused, or werent we meeting up tonite? X"

After this I met my friend Mr Kungsbacka and had a fair amount of red wine. Two hours later there is a buzz in my pocket. Text from the absent date:

"Hi... sorry but today has been a long day and just finished... O( - I hope I havent inconvenienced U...D"

(btw, what is wrong in this country when people actually write words like inconvenienced and hence in texts??)

Mr Kungsbacka and I laughed our heads off. Possibly a bit too much wine. So I answer:

"No props honey. But my good friend Mr Kungsbacka believes I should shuffle a fork up your ass. Do you agree?"

Very quick answer:

"That's an option"

So, end of this story now. Mr Kungsbacka is now convinced that he will call like mad the rest of the week and FORBIDS me to answer. We'll see. Don't think that we will ever hear from eachother to be honest. Too many forks in asses.