Lil’ Odds ‘n’ Ends

Odd #1
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.

Odd #2
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.

End #1
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.

Odd #3
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.

End #2
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.