Ray called from the airport while I was en-route back to Bisbee. I was returning from a meeting in Phoenix with two fellow IT peeps. He told me his flight was delayed for an hour. When he called back a short time later, he told me the flight was now delayed for two hours.
He’s still there–in Chicago I mean–not at the airport.
We figured it would be best for him to return to Cathy’s place for the night. (Thanks Cathy!) I was looking forward to his return. It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen him.
Most of the time when we’re apart, it’s just for a couple of days. It’s kind of nice to have some alone time but after a short period, I’m ready for some not-alone time.
Some most people who know me may find this hard to believe but…I can only take so much of myself!
Alone time for me is like a fast and furious fling (say that ten times fast) with some guy. At first I’m totally into it. I’m in my own domain. It’s all about me and my thoughts. I can do whatever I want and I enjoy my own company. On the end of the second day it’s kind of like “Oh look! Yeah! Cool. Here I am……again.” By the fourth day it’s “OK so…it’s me…all…alone here…with just me”
At this point I’m about to break up with myself.
My last post said that I could quit things with ease. Cigarettes and alcohol–no problem. I guess I was wrong ’cause I’m really jonesing for my man. I don’t think I could quit him.