Pay Day

Okay, so after getting my check direct deposited into my checking account and paying my bills online today, I have exactly $2.60 cash for the next 2 weeks. Woo-hoo! Stand back. I'm living the life now.

On a brighter note, Plan L. called to tell me he is back in town and wants me "to come out and play." I'm pretty sure Plan L. is a year or two younger than me and is bringing in no or little cash - and I really am NOT that kind of girl, how much money a guy makes is NOT an issue for me - unless I am completely broke. And that, I am. My theory: If he is making a decent amount of money, he won't think twice about saying "It's on me. If you even reach for your purse, I will come over to that side of the table, smother you with the last of the cheesecake, and suck every last..." begin x-rated scene here. However, if he isn't making much (and this is what I completely expect to do on every date) we will split the bill.

Hmmm...solution? "Can we play at your house, Plan L.? Oh, do you have any wine?" But this leads us down a dangerous path. I am trying not to sleep with guys so quickly. We should probably keep the first few playdates out in public, right? With little or no alcohol? But wait. Do I really see a potential relationship between me and lil' Joe Cool? He'll probably just end up being my playmate for the time being so why not get crazy? (American Girl conscience: "But you don't want to be a member of the BCC again do you?") What else am I looking at with a 22 year old guy than an instant satisfaction-guaranteed membership into the Booty Call Club (BCC)? Oh the dilemma!

Food for Thought:
Plan L. texted me this: "Baby, I'm gonna sign your pity all over the runny kine!"

TRANSLATION PLEASE??!!