At first, he was perfect – polite, wholly attentive to my needs, always on time, clean and neat, and always asking if there was anything he could do to help me.
We spent at least a few days together every week at the start of the relationship, and on the rare occasions he had to cancel, he gave me plenty of notice – then quickly made it up to me.
After a month, the calls were few and farther between. I’d leave a message; he’d call back a few days later and say, “Sorry; I’ve been busy. But I’ll be over soon.” Soon became a week. Then two. Then never. It’s enough to drive a woman to drink.
So I stopped calling. Forget him.
Two months ago, though, I caved. He answered, “Sure. I’ll be over tomorrow.”
He didn’t show. He didn’t call.
Yesterday, he left me two messages. I refuse to return them. A woman has to have some pride, after all.
So I’m on the prowl (again).
I suppose for now I’ll have to attend to my own tuck pointing. But if any Cincinnati folks know a good handyman or woman (excellent plaster skills desired), do let me know.
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And here I thought you were defaming Pappy Van Winkle.
Pappy has always been there for you. Always will.
And good riddance of the handyman, I’m afraid.
Sorry. I could probably (sheet) rock your world, but I don’t think I would get you plastered.
Cute. Funny, and very sad.
I was sitting here this evening and lamenting the fact that I finished off my bottle of Four Roses last night and there you go, teasing me. 🙂
I’m sad that my Elmer T. Lee is almost gone…and I hear the distillery is making only one more batch.
Sorry Fitz. 😞 He’s probably a douche bag. Maybe he’ll read this?