After three dances of cerebral emails each, we have decided to meet in person.
The latest communication sounds more relaxed, friendly and he's whipping his fabulous sense of humour out and snapping my willing ass with it.
Me and the man that I have not seen nor spoke to in five years. Five years after cutting off an intense relationship in the time that it takes to properly wash your hands. Not in OCD time (which could go on for hours - days even if the hot water doesn't run out) but in real time.
The day and roster have not been decided upon yet. I will be going to him in NYC.
I remember those days of stepping off the train and there he'd be, waiting for me. He's one of those chivalrous ones who carries your bag, purse, pet armadillo...nothing is off the charts.
Do I wear foundation or go au naturel? That's quite a quandry. New Yorkers are tough. But the ones that the rats don't scare, my face will without make up. I have been blessed with uneven skin tone that turns a lovely shade of sunburn whenever I consume caffeine, alcohol and certain fods. "Certain" meaning "most". And I'd love alcohol. And coffee. Maybe I'd better start loving benedryl.
So far it looks as though this is the weekend it is taking place and my world is shifting. Will it be magic, as previous years have shown? Or have both of us just grown older and tired of putting on our very best ritual mating tango?
I am stoked. I could not be more grateful that this is taking place.
The outfit has been chosen by me, and approved by my Organic buddy who is simply the best for having to deal with my pink lacey undies (put on to protect her eyes, really) I'd also like to thank her for trying to raise train fare for me by gently calling out "Five Cents!" for a view (The 2nd floor window really is safer for viewing without feeling stalked. They know what they're seeing but can't quite see enough.)
Do I push my luck and bring a toothbrush?
And last but not least, do I hug him when I see him? Will he kiss me? Or even think about it? Or will this be strictly a meeting of the minds? What is the proper way to avoid living up to my probable psycho ex status?
I saw a double rainbow a couple of days ago. One of them having full scope of arc. It's rare for me to see that. Right outside of that one was a lighter one, not full all the way but on either side (see photo above for your own Where's Waldo). Me and I'm sure the other hundreds of people who saw it, are probably all hoping the wish is coming true. Either that or we now all belong to a freakish cult. David Karesh had nothing to do with rainbows, right?
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