Specs

Someone here thinks that hot dogs at 1am is a cool idea. Trouble is so do I. But in every dietary plan it says not to eat anything after 8pm. This doesn't tally. Or maybe 1 am is the start of the day so the 8pm rule doesn't work there. It's not fair. Because someone here wants me as company every day. I mean, company as in eating out every day. When the hell is my diet going to start? It's always tomorrow, then the day after, and then the day after that. And I do protest but I get oh honey come on you're fine as you are. Suddenly it becomes, oh honey I want you with me because I lurrvvvee you. Hmmm Not sure whether it's the love for me or for the hot dogs, or even of having someone to talk to and listening to his voice a the same time. Men are so complicated. Or maybe I bag the complicated ones. Or maybe even it's the complicated ones which bag my interest precisely because they are complicated. Then that makes me complicated squared. Or perhaps a simpleton. Some men really need glasses,, these long-sighted men are rather blind I sometimes think. Or maybe they're using reading glasses instead of myopic ones. Hint at the reading... old old old. There I just typed it in. With a real vengeance, because revenge is sweet, even if it comes through the hot-dogs. But it's sure nice to be looked at through rose-trimmed specs. That's why honey doesn't argue. Honey is nice, of course. Very very nice.