Meg...

...I'm glad you had such a great time. He sounds like a real charmer. :-

Yeah, I did and he certainly is but I must keep my wits about me. I have a plan to carry out. Any woman can get a date or even a boyfriend. I want more. And until I find it, I am going to have all the fun I can.

I remember the first guy that broke my heart only I didn’t let it hurt. I had already been heartbroken twice and those two times I definitely let it hurt. I didn’t want to experience the pain so I learned how to shake it off and keep on going. Vex was the only person since then that I allowed myself to feel for. It’ll be a long damn time before I let that happen again.

The guy who taught me how not to feel was named Jim. He was the kind of guy that I could fall for easily, smart, great talker, funny, good looking, all of that. When he broke up with me, he did it in such a nice way that I adopted his style. Ever since then, I have used the same words he used when I break up with guys. And not because I am taking the easy way out, they were just great words and they applied universally so I used them.

They went something to the effect of, “You know, there comes a time in every relationship when you have to get married or break up. I care about you so much that to stay with you longer would only hurt us both because I don’t want to get married. I also don’t want to leave you but I don’t want to be selfish, I’d rather give you a chance to find what you deserve.”

Isn’t that nice? How can you hurt anyone when you use those words? Jim was only about 19 or 20 when he said that to me. I ran into him a few years later and found out that he was manic-depressive and had schizophrenia as well but what the hell, nobody’s perfect.

So, in order to carry out my plan, I have to stay calm. I must be disciplined. This one and guys like him are gonna make it real damn tough...but I shall stand firm and find some more.

I'm going to have to remember those hangover remedies. Thanks Meg and Mandi!

Yeah, good luck. Just plan on spending the next day in bed. I don’t know of a better way. I paid my kid to clean the house while I slept. It’s Sunday evening and I am sitting in a clean kitchen surrounded by a clean house. I have spent the entire day sleeping. I slept in my bed, I slept on the couch and I slept in my chair. After I write this, I will go lie down and fall asleep watching television. Oh, by the way, I have finally gotten what I wanted, I am alone. Not utterly alone, but pleasantly alone. Ahhhh.

That story about the son and the fridge is the funniest thing I've read
for a while...
I really think you have a ton of talent and endless raw material for
writing fiction.

So THAT’S why I have lived such a crazy life...and it makes sense, it certainly has been a source of endless raw material for writing. But I think it is non-fiction. It all really happened. Damn. That’s scary.

Well, my dog is wondering the house looking for a shoe and the cat is hissing occasionally. One of these days they are gonna kill each other. My money’s on the 10 pound cat. The 50 pound dog doesn’t stand a chance. Although, when he is full grown, I bet he just might figure out that the cat fits easily in his mouth with room to spare for a couple mice.

Occasionally, he lies down at my feet...he just did it again. “Good boy.”
Speaking of dogs, does anyone know how much of the hair of the dog you are supposed to drink to kill the original dog without awakening a whole new dog tomorrow? Oh, I bet a nice Irish coffee would do nicely, I will drink one as I fall asleep again.

I got it now, I couldn’t wait. It sounded too good.

Cheers.

Here’s to feeling like a normal person tomorrow...and to the nice young man who made me feel this way in the first place. He was certainly worth it.

Meg