Adult Blogger: BARE FOOT BAD GIRLS live in your town and are anxious to meet you. What you doing tonight? Give them a call or email them. Use your credit card now and chat online." Like yeah right, like I'm gonna do that. I closed out one window after another. Another annoying one pops up. "Jesus Christ what's up with this bullshit. I should have stayed off the freaking computer." I logged off.
I began working on some project in the basement and got soot all over me. 9:15 comes around and I get another call. My wife suggested I go to the party but behave myself. I told her no I was staying home and sarcastically say "I'm going to be a good boy tonight."
She says whatever. 9:35 and I get another call. I think I think "Jesus what does she want this time" thinking it's my wife. It isn't my wife and of course I answer the phone assuming it is and answer it "What?"
Renee, a friend who lives behind us, invites me to a party she and her husband were supposed to go to. It isn't a couple's party. Her husband's not home for some unclear reason; I thank her and say "No I decided not to go out. She was insistent. I told her I was dirty and had to shower, shave, and stuff. She persisted and I turned her down. She insisted again.