Happy New Year–No Resolutions For The New Year–Just A Confession–A Satire–Kind Of Sorta

I think it is important that I always be honest with my readers so it is time to tell you about why I kept falling for him.  I have asked for forgiveness many times, and it’s been hard.  It’s been hard because I always go back to him except this last time.  I have not been with him for about 5 years, and yes I do think of him, and sometimes even get a whiff of a scent that reminds me of him, but he is off limits.

One day as I was driving down the street when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of him.  I immediately gripped the steering wheel tighter and stared straight forward.  He saw me, I know he did because on the way back he was there again smiling.

He even called to me.  Telling me things that I did not want to hear.  He told me that he knew I missed him–truth be told, I still do.  Then he reminded me of how we would sit on the couch, drink coffee and watch old black and white movies.  He even reminded me that I liked him better when he was warm to the touch.

I tried not to answer, but I did.  Telling him that I wasn’t the same person that I was back then, I had grown, and now I knew better than to be with him. He wanted to know if I remembered how he tasted, Lawd, yes I did.  He was the sweetest thing, and probably the best thing that I had ever tasted. I could have him for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

It seems strange, but we reminisced about when our relationship started.  It started in Longview, Texas many years ago (a long time ago), and had continued on for many years. He and I had lost contact because he and I had both moved. Now I hear that he his moving to my neighborhood, and I pray that I will not be tempted.

Shipley Donuts

Damn you Shipley Donuts.  I confess that I truly love you, but I think (99%) our time together has passed.  I’ll pass by and wave wishing you the best. Welcoming you to the neighborhood because I am very neighborly.

As women of a certain age, there are just somethings that are better left alone.  Remember “thisisyourbestyear”, and what taste good may not be good for you or at least that’s what my grandmother would say.  She probably never had a Shipley Donut.


Remember “thisisyourbestyear”!



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