Tipsy Turvey

I shouldn't be writing. I'm a leeetle beet drunk. I don't drink often. I had a girl friend over and we were talking relationship between each other. We've been friends for years and her boyfriend now works for me. So you can imagine what that might do huh? So we've repaired the damage which wasn't big and moved on. She's terrific and I would have been devastated to lose her. She brought the wine. I'm drunk. Did I say that already? Can't remember and I'm too lazy to read up. I will spell check, I'm a little paranoid about my spelling. I'm a good speller and have pride in it. Gawd how boring am I anyway? Spelling. Jeesh.

So the golf dude. Did he call? Yes he did. I like his manly, deep voice. He ended the phone call at an appropriate time. I like that he did. Small things please small minds I guess.

We've talked since in emails. He wants to spank me. I don't know how that came up. I didn't start the convo. I asked him if only really naughty girls get spanked. He said he likes bums and has never spanked one and he thinks mine would be good to spank. How can I argue with that really?

So ya I guess that answers the question of whether he called or not huh? I left town and now am back. Has he contacted me? Has he promised to?

To be continued...

The picture looks as drunk as I feel - cool huh?