OK, well, I was thinking when I asked that that the answer was surely going to be, "Why, Annie-doll, I would never venture down south, much less to Hotlanta, without letting you and Bear know. As you recall Bear had offered to cook us a steak dinner and I was going to mix drinks and we were both going to bask in your loveliness and tell you that Southern women are the bomb."
At least that's what I expected to hear.
Instead, um, I get, well...
I got, well, dumped....
Stood up.
Passed by.
Liss, help me.
I think I am going to cry.
I mean shirking pool boy responsibilities is one thing, but...
Was2, please step in here and do something. Quick.
