Oh, I'd use the rendezvous excuse. Choose the hero or most interesting side character in whatever you're reading and say you're with them.
I slept with Sherlock Holmes, actually, before I ever met the Spousal Unit.
(He wasn't much of a tea-drinker...)
Scandalous, no?
I slept with Sherlock Holmes, actually, before I ever met the Spousal Unit.
(He wasn't much of a tea-drinker...) Scandalous, no?
Scandalous! Why, Sandi! The rendezvous excuse would have been great, but I was so flustered at the thought that I blundered about and hung up. Which, I imagine, only seemed more suspicious.
You just need to rehearse these little responses ahead of time.
My life has always been like that.
I don't drink and am not a great fan of the bar scene yet i do like to go hear music.
Also I like ti be with just one close frined and because I don't have any hear or any who go anywhere it can be lonely.
I don't drink and am not a great fan of the bar scene yet i do like to go hear music.
Also I like ti be with just one close frined and because I don't have any hear or any who go anywhere it can be lonely.
Ours is a rather difficult nature. I'm much more liable to go to coffee and sit quietly with a book than to go to a party . . . and it seems perfectly natural!
Parties are 95% weird and games. They have a psychological hangover even if you don't drink.
I understand your view completely. Just last week on a Saturday I got a call at 10:00 p.m. from a friend asking if I wanted to come over for pina coladas with a few other people. I'm not a big fan of pina coladas but under normal circumstances I probably would have jumped at the chance. Well this evening I had already settled in. I was clean and fed, I was anticipating going to bed early, my laptop was open and on my lap (hence the name), and the clincher: I had put on sweatpants. That is the point of no return right there.
Ah! The good life. Why is it we seem to be rarities like this? Very confusing. And yes, sweatpants really ARE the point of no return. My cat has picked up on this and is known to purr whenever I pull out my comfiest sweater and put the kettle on--a very intelligent beastie, she is.
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