There was more insanity with the Flipster today. I rarely do, but I turned into a 2D cartoon Flintstone when I read one of his emails. My scalp flipped up and steam came out of my ears as that low whistle noise happened. And I even shed a tear or two of major frustration. Two thousand percent was put into the relationship since I first got into it and was chipped away little by little. And Flip knows this too....he admitted that my enthusiasm threatens him somehow and that he's been squashing it. Admitted it. But that was when he thought I might stay living with him. So maybe if I ask him about it now, it's evolved into a different idea, along the lines that I've made that up to conceal the fact that I've soaked his penis in acid while he slept.
File under "Well, What Can you Do, heh, heh" and then continue to wonder when the healing will kick in to make me at least functional enough in a relationship to get a man's first name. As it stands, I can't even picture being with another person right now. I'll end up being 80, with my cat being something like 53 and pouring a quiet bourbon to go with my AARP monthly magazine.
Ok I took a peanut butter sandwich break. Only half a sandwich but it was definitely a craving.
I will reiterate how much I love my apartment. This place is what will keep me sane, my space away from constant hammering and on and on-ness. More importantly, it will keep my girl in a safe, quiet place, where she doesn't have to worry (for the most part) about being woken up because of a midnight fight about me being on Facebook or how I disrespected him because of any number of reasons he could have conjured up that would be great for a YA novel.
On another note, I received a friend request on Facebook tonight and although the name is a pseudonym, I knew who it was. I accepted readily. I was in a relationship for a couple of years with this person and it was also one of the more fun relationships that I'd had. He is living pretty far from here now and gets to the area about once a year. He's married and has seedlings of his own. But there is something to still knowing a person after 20 years. Ok, it's really been about 18. The amazing part is, before I hear from him, a song will come on that reminds me of the time we were together. And then that day, there is the message. Tonight he asked via email if I may be available for catching up in June ( I am) and if I've ever seen "Same Time Next Year". Indeed I have, Alan, indeed I have.
That's all it is. A visit. Nothing extra. I'll keep those ten pounds on put on, I rather like them. However, I really do need to up the ante on that hula hooping. I'm currently doing 30 minutes a night. It may take a giant razor, in a pinch, to just shave the part of my belly off that I don't need.
Now that the peanut butter taste has worn off, it's time to enjoy the rest of my bourbon along with this Big Bang fest.
