Iguana's Summer Posts Start Today

A little story to start off the summer:

Not to long ago there was a boy. A boy who we could call a pushover. He liked to put up defensive stances, show the world he was funny and independent.

When it came to dating though this boy was a pushover. His problem was waiting. Funnily enough what annoyed this boy most in the world was waiting. The reason this boy hated waiting is because he never knew when to wait longer or to just call it a day and go home.

When the boy was but a teenager he would wait for his first boyfriend at school, even on the days the boyfriend wouldn't go to school (of course the boy didn't know this at the time). The boy would go into the main office and ask, "Is my boyfriend here today?" And they would check and tell him, "No he didn't come into school...didn't you know?"

The boy would laugh and go off to where his boyfriend was.

Needless to say their relationship didn't end well.

The boy's second boyfriend was worse because he was always late. The second boyfriend would tell him times to meet and then never follow through if he was late. One time the boy waited a long time in the parking lot of a Target for this boy, and the boy never came.

The time he waited was 2.5 hours. That's a long time to wait.

Since the boy has grown older, his anger has been easy to fire up when it comes to lateness.

The reason being that this boy is rarely ever LATE. I mean a couple minutes yes, but never hours late. Why can't the world follow his trend?

It's a thought this boy often wonders.

Last night the boy met up with his current interest and they wanted to get dinner. The boy was having a very good day. He was moving to a good part of town and was almost finished with school for the summer!

When he arrived at his interest's office at 8 pm. His interest called and told him. "I will be done at 9. I hope that's okay?"

Being the pushover he was, he agreed. He went into a bookstore and then his stomach started to bother him.

There's nothing more embarrassing than having bowel problems in public bathrooms. The boy wasn't sick, his BM's just weren't with him today. So as he waited he would look at books and run to the bathroom, sitting on a public toilet...the scar on his left ass cheek showed the destructive power of public toilets.

He bought a CD and DVD, money he didn't need to waste. He went to the bathroom more. As 10 pm rolled around, all the stores closed and the boy was kicked out out onto the streets. It was cold and he was wearing shorts. And his bum burned from the powerful movements that were going on down there.

His date never showed. The boy went home and went to bed.

The end.

Afterward:

He did apologize immensely, it was his job and it couldn't be avoided.