You know it’s true love when I find myself trying to help her make up with her latest boyfriend. Well, I want her happy. Cause I love her.
But then I laughed and said, What am I doing? She can sort it out. She probably won’t anyway. He was annoying. They’re all annoying. She wants to know why men can’t be more like me, i.e. not annoying.
She loves me too. And we’re not shy about telling this to each other.
Yesterday, when they were fixing to go out and I was over to fix the water heater, she was in a good mood, got this new guy, I’m there too, she was all happy energy and thus, as you might expect, was the most beautiful woman in the world. It’s possible that she always will be.
But things went south sometime in the evening. I was asleep and missed the 2am text. Good thing. “I gotta rescue you AGAIN?” Of course I wouldn’t have done it. And she took care of it herself. Problem was a mixture of hard alcohol and him being a Leo. A normal Leo. I’m more an anti-Leo. But he’s self-centered and immature and never had children and said something to one of the kids that woke the mama bear right up. C’mon. By now, a man’s gotta know better than THAT.
We’re on our paths. We need separation to follow our paths. She’s taking hers faster than I am mine. But I know what a lot of the changes I need to make are, anyway. No big deal. Pretty much a complete reinvention of my approach to life. I can do it.
As for girlfriends, I’ve invested more than I should in an upcoming adventure. I’ve done that because I want a fully satisfying adventure. But we haven’t met face to face and all bets are off until we do. But I’ll visit for a day or three and I have hopes. Six hundred miles away but why not. The one woman I ever loved (still do) who was also a healthy relationship for me lives that far away too. Who knows. Maybe that’s what it takes.
I met a gal a couple weeks ago who was fascinating and took enough of a shine to me to invite me to Jerry Brown’s private family birthday party. But she was sick that day and called off the date. I haven’t had a chance to sit with her and ask just how she got to be friends with the Governor. I intend to see her again but she’s mighty cool. I’m beginning to think normal single people play it pretty cool. It’s how they manage to stay single. I’ve worried about that, worried if I’m going to manage to stay single. It’s important that I do. I’m discovering I don’t know what that really looks like.
Maybe that uncertainty of definition is what it looks like.