That Was The Day

Oh - boys of the past come to me today.

Via fucking e-mail.

So - get in this morning to find an e-mail from my first boyfriend. He also sent it to 2 million other people. But nonetheless 'first boyfriend's name' was quite a surprise in the inbox.

I replied.

I got a bot reply saying e-mails sent to that box weren't read. Oh well.

Then I get an e-mail a couple of minutes ago from this nightmare woman I work with saying the evil evil other boy is available to help out on the weekends.

How much do we want to bet I will have to have this conversation in the near future:
Boss: "Can you please call 'evil other boy' and see if he can work this weekend?"
Me: "I don't think that's such a good idea."
Oh that will be so comfortable. I don't think I could hide the hatred from my voice. I probably can - but I'm not sure I want to.

And now to the new friend...I told him that we should probably not see each other so much. The family/divorce shit on my side and the divorce shit on his side probably didn't quite make sense right now. I actually said that I liked him too much. The whole taking care of him thing on Saturday was my breaking point. He had a really bad day and I made it better. I like to do that. However, I don't have a lot of strength right now. And I know how I work. I'd love for someone to take care of me - and it ain't going to happen with him. I really don't want to get mad at him for not doing something he just can't do. That's not fair. He thought his world would be different. I get that. However - this is the e-mail I get the morning after (of course I still slept with him after I made my great stand):

Thank you. Thank you for picking me up when I was down.

Tired today. Many meetings.

Take care of yourself. Get some exercise. Get an easier job. Take time for yourself. Put yourself first once in a while.

I will drop you a line to get coffee some time. I still have your Sarah Vowell. Gues you'll find out how fast I can read.

allright :)

New Boy

On 3/8/06, I wrote:
I started good – took the walk home on Wilson …got the coffee…and promptly fell asleep until 9:15. Whoops. I was only 10 minutes late. Nobody noticed though.



I unfortunately slept through a recruiter call…one of the ad's I responded to last night. Don't know if I should call back.



Thanks again for being a cool cat. Take care of yourself. Get a personal trainer. Learn the chords to Pop Life. Find a rich girl and tell me stories.



Let me know if you ever want to get coffee.

Yeah, he played me Prince on the guitar too. Raspberry Beret. Damn that was cool. If I tell anyone I know that he did that they may kill me for telling him to bug off. Now I have longing. Surprise Surprise. And it's 60 degrees out today and it smells like spring and I have hormones. This is so not good. Can I make it through the weekend? Hmmmmm....we're still e-mailing which is not a good sign. I am lethal with the longing.

Tonight - reading, laundry.
Tomorrow I am reclaiming my bike.


Oh - the silly new goal - I'm going to take the Chicago Fire Department test. Lets see if me and 20,000 of my closest friends can make it to the academy!