As I pulled into the driveway, my heart raced with excitement seeing what was sitting on my front porch. Finally arrived and waiting for meeeee!! It’s on tonight!!
I hurry to prepare dinner, clean the kitchen, and shower so I can provide my undivided attention to my “guest“. I have replayed this scenario out in my mind for a while now and my expectations have me on a natural high. I am actually giddy. GIDDY!
Fresh out of the shower I saunter into the bedroom and slide into bed. The lights are dimmed low and the music has set the mood. Knowing I am going to sleep really well tonight, I let out a deep sigh.
I shift around to find a better position.
I shift again.
This goes on for about 10 minutes until I can no longer take it.
That’s it!?!! Seriously?
This is what I waited for? Was I doing something wrong? Was it positioned incorrectly?
I wait until I’m 43 years old before I get with BoB and he didn’t deliver? Disappointed is an understatement. For all the ladies who swear by BoB…all I’ve got to say is…I just don’t get it. I don’t! Nor did I get my promised happy ending!!! BoB is a bitchass if you ask me.
It did nothing for me except leave me frustrated and wondering if I could return it and get a refund. Yeah, that’s nasty but I was pissed off – all dressed up and nowhere to go. Stick a fork in my ass cause I. AM. DONE!!
This experience has left me agreeing with someone, who shall remain nameless, that any encounter with BoB is…unnatural. Give me an old-fashioned Tyrone, Michael, Matthew, or David any day cause I will not be f**king with BoB again no time soon.