…the way forward…

“…I found you Ms. New Booty”

Girls just love having fun…

My impulsive behaviour has returned. And I ask you this, who impulse buys a plane ticket?

Jumping up and down

Oh yeah, that’s me….

I’m sitting at my computer…and “Ding!” my Southwest Airlines message alert notifies me that they have some special fares going on. I look because, as usual, I’m dying to get down to Florida to see my boyfriend and if I can get a reasonably priced ticket (especially on my budget), I’m all too willing to do so.

So I read the alert. Oh my, there’s a Columbus to Orlando flight! Immediately, I’m interested. And the dates that you have to travel within match mine perfectly. And it’s with my favorite airline that if I want to change my reservation later on to something more suitable to me, or my trip doesn’t work out exactly as planned (as it may not because boyfriend finally scheduled his surgery) I can cancel it and get a credit for my next flight without any fees.

So I bought it…I swear the price was too good to be true. Well, I bought a segment of the flight. I purchased a one-way ticket. (Who impulse buys a ONE-WAY TICKET?) Oh yeah, that’s me.

I purchased a one-way ticket and I’m not even sure if I’m going anywhere….

Nice…very nice. I think this past week has made me delusional.

While sitting at a stop light, this guy pulls up next to me.

Shorty, why you looking so mean?

I look up, with a startled ‘wha??? huh?? you talking to me?’ kind of look.

You should smile…God put you here to smile at me.

I give him an even more befuddled look.

Can I have your number so I can call you sometime?

Uh…no, I have a boyfriend.

Well, if that ever changes why don’t you hit me up at the Submarine House.

I just use this as proof that too much time in the sun truly does cause brain damage.

Every once in awhile, I realize that I still have a friend that I should’ve let go a long time ago. I should’ve deleted their number. I should’ve stopped returning their calls…but I haven’t, and it comes back to bite me in the ass every single time.

This time, it’s a guy “friend” if I can even really call him that. We’ve only met online (never in person) and have shared occasional phone conversation. I knew that he liked me (which is why I never went to go see him, though he swore up and down that he’d never “try anything.”) I even stopped talking to him (i.e. answering my phone and responding to his instant messages) because everytime I did, he took it as an invitation to cyber.

I have never engaged in cyber sex. In fact, I usually refrain from any kind of sexual talk whatsoever over the phone or via instant message unless it’s my boyfriend. And even then, it’s not cyber. It’s pretty much us just saying ridiculously crude things to each other and laughing at the other’s reaction. (Yes, my boyfriend and I are very special people.)

So you can imagine my distaste this morning while I’m sitting at the local coffee shop, drinking my coffee and eating a wonderful cinnamon muffin, when he instant messages me.

Him: Hey, where are you?
Me: I’m sitting at the coffee shop, getting properly caffeinated
Him: Are you alone?

Hmmm….alone? Interesting. A coffee shop full of people much like me who need coffee to get their day going. Ok, full at about 11 in the morning is really just only 3 people, if you’re counting the homeless guy that the clerk gives a free cup of coffee every day to help him keep warm. But that’s not the point.

So I pretty much just let it go…waited about five minutes without talking and he responded with a “you must be distracted,” and then signed off.

Yep, I think “it’s time to say bye, bye, bye. It’s time I do something for me.”

Today was my boyfriend’s youngest child’s birthday. (That was a tongue twister even in my brain!)

He turned the amazing age of 9.

Ok maybe it’s not so amazing, I don’t remember much about my life at 9 except I was probably somewhere digging in a mud pit — and apparently that’s not cool anymore.

Today, I experienced confusion once again. I’m not sure what exactly I should say when it’s one of the kids’ birthday. I haven’t “officially” met them, only in passing really, so it’s not like I’m going to send a bevy of gifts. However, I don’t want it to seem as if I’m ignoring their birthday’s either.

Seriously, does anyone have any advice?

Guess where I was Saturday night?

Don’t worry, I won’t tell you. It would only make you wish you were me.

So today was relatively uneventful. I went to work (week 5 of training) and tried to stay awake. Though I know the time change shouldn’t still be affecting me a full day later, I’m blaming it for my overall sluggishmess and inability to sleep right now. Actually, I can’t sleep because the NCAA championship game is on. I must watch until the end. (Actually, I might just go to sleep and catch the stats first thing in the morning, but don’t tell anyone…I’ll lose my cool points.)

I talked to “the boyfriend” today. He was supposed to have let the doctor’s know when he elected to have his surgery. In fact, he was supposed to have let them know by last Friday, but he’s stubborn. In fact, he’s adopted an, “it’s my problem, I’ll do what I want” policy. Sure, whatever.

I can’t understand why the same men who hate doctors act so babyfied when they’re sick. I’m the woman who doesn’t want to hear you complain about anything if you’re not going to take responsibility and DO something about it. You hear that Matt?? No complaining!

We’re working on getting together soon before the surgery. I just hope it all works out. In the midst of all our plans there seems to be a lot of family gatherings.

Oh — and I found another potentially great housing situation. I am SOOOO excited.