I met Patrick in Atlanta, then continued the drive to Michigan with all the rest of the holiday travelers and state troopers. As we drove through Ohio, I thought of Dalehole, and wished I knew where he lived so I could pull up in his driveway and suprise/scare the crap out of him (it's a weird stalking issue or odd sense of humor I have, but it's under control. Mostly). Instead, he called me!
I usually don't answer when he calls, but occasionally I will, if only to practice proper tones of aloof and casual disdain. "Who is this again? Dale? Oh, yeah, yeah..." Really, why would I want anyone, especially him, to know how hard I fell, and how much it hurt when we stopped talking? Reject me? I think not.
He told me he'd be in Alabama for two weeks - did I want to hang out? Grab some dinner? Go to the beach? Sure. Whatever. Maybe if I wasn't too busy.
We've been together since Friday afternoon.
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."
- Marilyn Monroe
5 comments:
Haven't stopped over in some time..
sounds like you've been throwin it
all out there! (really living life!)
You deserve a good, decent partner,
Colleen. I'm going to see him showing up for you now. Join me? ;)
You can always fill his underwear with excess cat hair if he pisses you off. ;)
Come to me for advice anytime you wish. I'm full of most awesome ideas like that.
He's back in Ohio - guess I should've drugged him while he was here, afterall.
Indi, it's so weird...I knew this post existed, but I couldn't get to it! I don't know why. But I am so happy to see it now.
Anyway, I am empathising with the aloof disdain/passionate rendevouz. Does that mean I have the same odd sense of humor?
...and I am going to go remind myself who this boy is. Back in a minute with more words for you.
:)
hmmmmm, interesting.
I didn't realize he didn't know.
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