Thursday, February 20, 2014
Post Valentine's Blues: Or What a Great Time With Crackie
We had a blast since he rolled into town. Gabbing, hiking, dining out, cooking in, long intellectual discussions until two in the morning, guffawing and beer sipping, sarcasm and watching tons of Northern Exposure followed by deep, meaningful talks, interesting discussions about our travels over 2013. Then there was copious hand holding, one deep-kiss, and lots of snuggling and footsies.
But like always, he's blown back outta town. He did say a few alarming things: like, how he just ought to settle down with me, fall in love, be with me for the rest of his life.
What was that, you gasp?
"You haven't told him you've been dating other people?" Dooders asked.
"What about his committment-phobia?" JJ asked. Good point, I thought. Maybe, he's now seen what he's been missing?
Talk is cheap. It ain't over til it's over. Until a guy puts a ring on my finger, IF I allow it, it's not over until I say so.
There's still Shawn, my old student's uncle's friend from the gym, who's cute as hell and as nice as can be, and there's still my little Wyoming artist/singer prince.
Stay tuned, kiddies.