At the time my Baby Mama was kind of DADT. You can read my very first really long post & explanation about that relationship & moving past that. We lived downtown & walking distance to a Hooters where we were regulars w a particular waitress. Her 'thing' is threesomes w other girls. We didn't have cable so we went to the downtown Hooters to watch the football game & I still had on pink nail polish from the night before doing my 'thing' alone. She doesn't care what other people think so she didn't care I went out to eat w my fingers & toes still painted. I wasn't sure anybody cared or noticed but about halftime when no one else was around our (smokin' hot) waitress (with very big fake cans) said to my Baby Mama, but in front of both of us, "your boyfriend looks pretty in pink 😘" 💅 👄💄💋 That was enough to make both of our days.
