***Michelle is a girl that grew up next door to me and we attended the same church. Now she's in her early 20s and living the single life. She goes on these dates that are either lovely or horrific. She's slightly terrified at the thought of committing to someone any time soon. And of course, she has the occasional man who really catches her eye and her heart.***
In the last post, I wrote about how Michael stood Michelle up the last time she was in town. Now I hear he's not coming to our birthday party because he's either got an early morning the next day or something that night. This sucks because anyone who's ever dated a Libra knows how important birthdays are to us. You make exceptions and fix your schedule to be with a Libra on their birthday and you are in! But Michael apparently isn't concerned about that.
Michelle said she's not dwelling on it. It's not like they had an argument or a falling out, he's just "funny-acting". That means that he's hot then he's cold, he's yes then he's no, he's in then he's out, he's up then he's down. She doesn't need this crap from him. But in true Libra style, he's not been told to fuck off and likely won't be until she has a reasonable replacement for him. Why are Libra women like that (and the men too if I look at Bad's behavior over the years before he and Jordan were a couple)? I don't know, we just are.
So Michelle and one of her friends at school have come up with a plan to find a new man to replace the funny-acting one. They're going on a manhunt this weekend. She lives in a town that doesn't have much besides her school so it should make for a funny story if nothing else.
Michelle said this. "It should be interesting, everybody who's available is underclassman or hoe." My response was, "so you're going searching for two guys who aren't 12 or diseased? That is so going in my blog!" Just to clarify, I refer to anyone who's too young to date as being 12 years old. And I assume anyone who sleeps around with reckless abandon is probably diseased but hopefully with the curable stuff.
So I'm looking forward to being able to post next Friday about the results of her manhunt. And the hopeless romantic part of me is also hoping that Michael changes his mind about coming to our birthday party. Who cares if you have an early morning, just don't go out the next night too, duh!
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