Couldn't Sleep

I couldn't sleep. It's 2:00 in the morning. I need to be sleep. I wish I could go to work, but the building doesn't open until 4:00. That's only two hours away, so I guess I will be up for awhile.

I was thinking about Dianne. I know my father is going to ask me what I like about her, more than just the physical stuff. Here goes...

She doesn't treat me like I'm the bishop's son. Everyone else does.
She doesn't play crazy games, like girls my age do.
She doesn't look at me like I'm a computer geek. She hasn't ever asked me to look at her computer when I am at By Example. Everyone else does.
She hasn't fell for Mec's rap. That's the best part.
She has yet to ask me to ask my mother or father something. I hate that. I am not joined at the hip to my parents.
She carries herself like a lady.
She doesn't try to use me like everyone else.

That's the list. I sure miss not getting to talk to her.

I think my mother hates her. Last Sunday at church, I saw my mother give Dianne a dirty look.

Why I gotta have a thing for older women?