Seriously. I just want Frans to go away. I checked into my next hotel, fired up my computer to do a little work, and then decided to follow up on a few messages on match.com. And guess who's freaking face I see when I log in?! Yes. That's right. It's like he's haunting me. So much for his "I want time to spend with the boys" and "I just can't give anything to a relationship" spiel. It was all about him just not wanting to be with me. And that part I'm actually ok with. It's the blowing smoke up my ass part that I'm not.
So. Over. It. (for real, this time.)
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