B-Bob

The B is for boring. I was going to call him Welfare Bill, because I'm pretty sure he knows Welfare Red from the opposite side of the desk - he's a welfare worker. But B-Bob was just... plain.... boring.

We talked for several hours one night on the phone. From our exs' bipolar illnesses, similar experiences, etc., to tastes in music, food, and more. The next night we had a 6-hour date that included walking 8 miles, eating and drinking until we were merry... and a 2-hour car drive that ended rather abruptly when he drove by his house to "show me" ... um... what? His etchings?

Thank you, NO!


He called me 4 days later. FOUR DAYS! I've never had a date wait that long to call me. Usually there is a follow-up date the next morning. Four days. Please. If you're not interested, just don't call!

Anyhoo... he hasn't called since. No love lost. A nice diversion, anyways.

Dot.