My Birthday (last part)

For my birthday last week, Joyce gave me an amazing present – a necklace just like the one Cody Bellinger wears under his jersey. She also took me out to an awesome steakhouse, decorated the house in a baseball birthday theme, and got me a Dodgers ice cream cake with 26 candles. She also had … Continue reading My Birthday (last part) →

Dinner at Joyce’s (last part)

So…there I was… at Joyce’s…on the couch…with about 9 Stone beers in my system…with Joyce sitting next to me dressed in some kind of nightgown thing that wasn’t really a nightgown. Whatever it's called. But I had other problems. It was pretty clear that the next thing on the schedule was not changing the sim … Continue reading Dinner at Joyce’s (last part) →

Back to the iPhone

In case y’all missed the end of my last Disneyland post, the answer to the question you’ve all been wondering about is: Yes. I kept the iPhone X Joyce gave me. It sat on my bureau for almost a week, until I just decided to open the dang thing. I thought about Meemaw’s advice and I … Continue reading Back to the iPhone →

This Could be a Problem

Okay…so I may have a little problem with one of the “women in my life”… Joyce is buying me stuff. (In case you missed who Joyce was, she's the older woman who hit on me in the store and who made a fortune selling her bitcoins at exactly the right time.) It started out around … Continue reading This Could be a Problem →

Introducing the Blocks

Mom’s started reading my blog. She says she likes it and maybe they do teach you to write after all at Maryville High. Mom came for a visit in January and hated Monica on sight, so she really liked the Valentine’s Day report. Okay, she liked the strip club part less, and asked why I … Continue reading Introducing the Blocks →

Dinner with Joyce (Why not?)

I've told y'all about how I met Joyce in the store, and about how she asked for my number in the most awkward way I've ever been asked for it. She called a few days later. And straight out asked me out to dinner. I thought "why not?", and said "I'd like to". We agreed … Continue reading Dinner with Joyce (Why not?) →

Joyce

As Monica has no time for social media other than her own, and she doesn’t even know that I’ve started this blog, I reckon I’m pretty safe writing about things you ordinarily wouldn’t want your girlfriend to know about. Like Joyce. It’s just a fact of life that I get hit on a lot at … Continue reading Joyce →