Finally I landed the Jack-pot! I finally found a guy who likes me for me. Who treats me like fucking gold, who loves talking to me not texting me. He is not my type and that is why I've been putting him off for so long. Than I had this dinner with my Gays and they were all like hey asshole (me) lets see what your type has gotten and done for you... they then went over the list, and stopped when I was brought to tears of laughter. So I got up the balls called him, got really sick, the whole kidney infection thing and all...and out of shock he shows up with orange juice and tylenol for me. Just to hang out just to talk, just to keep me company. I don't have to wait for the shoe to fall I don't have to worry that he'll just stop calling me one day. because I don't forsee that happening. He is happy with just us, no sex, just talk and looking at me. Hey it doesn't hurt that he considers me out of his league, and constantly tells me this, that I am way to beautiful to be with him. So I'm done with my streak of 27 years of bad luck with men. and hopeing that this will be the change I have longed for for sooooooo long. This guy is amazing, and nothing could make me see him any different. Wish me luck, to all who lost out on me sorry, but I don't stay single for long, and I needed a change in men to find out my worth.
