The Catherinette Chronicles

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Lit’l Smokey.  Just as I was about to pull up a blank email to find out why he had lost that loving feeling, he showed up behind me.  As we were catching up, he asked if I was dating anyone.

I hate that question.  I always feel like such a freaking loser when I answer honestly.  “Really?  No one?” he asked me.  “Nope.  Diddly dee, that’s who I’m seeing.”  “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”  Thanks for pointing out the obvious, sparky.

Talk turned to my hot client, and I told Lit’l Smokey how I was just waiting for him to divorce his wife of 17 years so we could be together.

• Lit’l Smokey:  You don’t have to wait for him to divorce his wife.
• Me:  What kind of girl do you take me for??
• Lit’l Smokey: [smirks and winks]
• Me: Besides, he’s my client.
• Lit’l Smokey:  That’s right, you shouldn’t fornicate with your clients.
• Me: Unless you’re a hooker, in which case that’s the whole point.