Monday, February 11, 2008
Lil’ Odds ‘n’ Ends
Found out this weekend that J is getting married again. I can only roll my eyes that he is headed into a third marriage without really understanding himself well enough to have a clue what he’s doing. Oh, and in spite of the marriage plans, he still wants to spend a weekend with me in March that I had asked him about before I knew he even had a serious girlfriend. Remember when I said all men are dogs? All men are dogs. At least the ones I know are it seems. Yet I’m no better because as long as he’s willing I’m still planning on spending the weekend with him next month, and no, I don’t expect we’ll spend the entire time playing Scrabble and Parcheesi. For men to be dogs there must be women willing to be their bitches. Guilty as charged.
Women, lock up your men. I am in serious “do me” mode right now, as much as I can get wherever I can get it. I am the woman your mother warned you about. Run and hide. Or, if you are so inclined, give me a call, and I’ll see when I can fit you into my schedule. Eventually I would like to find a person to settle down with and spend the rest of my life with, but not now. Now is a more hedonistic time. I’m sure it won’t take me too long to shift back into LTR gear, but right now NSA gear is working fine.
K called me on Saturday while I was with BJ. I didn’t answer, and he didn’t leave a message. I’ll bet he had some free time on Saturday that he was looking to fill, or he was looking to fill something anyway I’ll bet. Once I figure out my free time this week, I’ll have to give him a call and see when we can get together.
One thing I have learned about myself recently is that I am a completely vindictive bitch who will stop short of only the most outrageous things. I have shocked myself at just how pleased and self-satisfied I am over something. On the other hand, I am so deeply ashamed of it that I can’t even share it here. No, it wasn't illegal and it wasn't fattening, but I know it was that other bad thing. What is that again? Oh yeah, immoral. It was definitely immoral.
W is coming around, I think. He told me yesterday that he has been looking into places to live. He rankles at my suggestion that he look into moving to a very nice retirement community that is only blocks away from my house. He just thinks he’s too young for it. He’s 73. I think he would fit right in. I even told him that if he moved into someplace like that, and it was a problem to have N there overnight (I don’t know what rules they might have about kids) that I would be happy to let him stay in the guest room on the weekends when he has N. I could make myself scarce by going away for the weekend, even if it’s just staying across town with C or whatever. I really would like to make this as conciliatory as possible even though he’s not yet at the stage to be able to appreciate that.