Of course I'm gaga over Sophia. Not only is she in my thoughts through out the day but I have a recurring daydream about me, her and Violet. Settle down, Beavis. It's not a three way. Shit, like I'd ever fuck Violet again.
Anyway, in this recurring scenario, me and Sophia are finally a couple. That should be enough right there. But remember, I'm a vicious, angry Pope.
I don't know how or why but Violet runs in to me and Sophia some where. The whole time Violet knows I have a new female companion. (I refuse to use the term girlfriend. It's so juvenile sounding. Plus I like the term some lesbians use..."female companion" or "life partner"). Anyhow, Violet had never met Sophia. So this one fantastical day she gets to meet her on accident.
Here I am with this stunningly beautiful hot latina woman as my new life partner and I can just see the blood drain from Violet's face. Reality hits that not only am I not ever going back to her but I've scored so far above Violet's level that after I taste Valhalla I won't return to Hell.
It's petty but delicious thoughts that I have through out the day.
For the love of God I hope they never meet if me and Sophia ever end up together. I'll do like I did with the previous three...Violet, Rebecca and as of yet unnamed South American ex-female companions never met. Especially Violet and unnamed South American girl, those two hated each other with a passion. Violet did meet the girl I dated before her but she has no clue that me and this woman dated.
One little correction. Rebecca and Sophia have met. In fact if it wasn't for Rebecca I never would have met Sophia. I went so far as to set them up a business deal. That's a violation of the unwritten code. Never let your main squeeze meet your goumada.
Just a quick little peak into the types of thoughts that float through my petty mind on a slow work day.
Your Daydreaming About Petty Stuff Pope
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