Yes, that was me, calling myself mama.
Anyway. The potential of the potential date with Mr. Captain went further and further down as the week went by and I still hadn't received a confirmation on the Monday night date. Then he texts (of course) on Sunday night. Well you know what bub? I made other plans. That's right. I'm very done with the leave my calendar open on the chance you get your act together bit (this goes for all the dudes, not just him). So I had a lovely day of skiing and dinner eating with my friends from Camp Jabberwocky instead. Winner: Me. Loser: Him.
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