the man who makes toilet paper

So. honey, I was talking to a man today.

I met him earlier this week

- yeah, the stalker at the tiki hut -

I don't know what I really learned; it's hard to decipher what's real

and unreal about a man drinking.

I always like to think I can be friends with whoever I want.

but that's naive.

He's 36 though. He didn't like it when I used the phrase "your wife"

because apparently they were divorced yesterday (and it's SC and we all know

it takes like a year to make it official) He also said he doesn't smoke - as of yesterday - because of me. Because he likes me - he no longer smokes or drinks and doesn't have a wife

negative on the drink. Sweet tea smells, but not that gross.

"Do I have to stop cussing too?"

Baby steps.

We talked about adultery, fishing, off-shore living, how you make toilet paper, how he hates that I'm so tall, drinking, marriage, the male brain.

And again, I will forever remain single.

2 hours. I had to make him go home. His friend called him too.

someone has to keep him sane. I should have thrown out the beer.

He said he's on vacation.

I hate beer.

He came back

I had to tell him to go home again

this time I poured out his beer