|Impromptu pop ins get you nothin' but shit|
- There will be no drop ins to his house.
- No, "Hey, I'm in your neighborhood! What are you up to?" texts will be sent.
- No random pop ins to his work.
- No spontaneous showups to the bar he's at with his friends.
If he's home, maybe he's taking a nap and will be all cranky when I ring his doorbell. Instead of a huge smile on his face at seeing me, he'll be a sourpuss. If he's at work, maybe he'll be busy with customers or get in trouble with his boss if he's caught talking to me on the clock. If he's out with his friends, he'll get annoyed that I'm crashing his bro-down time. FUCK THAT!
I want my man to look forward to seeing me. I want him to count the minutes until we're together. Showing up on his doorstep like an abandoned baby isn't gonna make that happen. Yup, no impromptu pop ins. That's the Shmitten Kitten guarantee right there.