I continue to have my psychic tantrum on a rather large scale, but seem to be fooling everyone that I’m perfectly normal. I guess that’s good?
I’ve been sad about Peter and The Golfer. Sad about Peter because that was a relationship I counted on. Sad about TG for reasons less obvious to me. But I haven’t reached out to him like I said I would and that seems like progress, but the silence is deafening.
And I had a totally crappy first date last night with a man who brayed when he laughed and liked to jam his finger right in my face for emphasis. He also like to use that finger to poke me on occasion. I was looking for cameras because surely I was being Punk’d.
I pulled a “Chandler Bing” at the end of the night and suggested we meet again, though I have no intentions of doing so. I just don’t know how to dismount a bad date…
Anyway, the image I chose this week couldn’t be more fitting: dark and blurry. Like my heart right now.
Love you all and miss you! I’m following your lives as closely as I can am giving all the virtual hugs.
NOT my tits:
This is a beautiful LaPerla bra that I enjoy wearing under a Coldwater Creek sheer teal blouse.