i was good. casual. off-hand. “next time you have a couple days, we should go to the pub and catch up,” i said. then i logged off. i wasn’t going to sit around and wait for him to pay me attention. i wasn’t going to wonder what i could do to convince him to come over to watch the game with me. he’s on his way to arizona right now and i’m glad of it. the further he is from me, the better i feel about myself.
it’s not fair that just as i’m feeling completely secure in my solitude he can pop up out of the ether and disturb my equilibrium. of course, he did nothing to disturb me. it’s my reaction to him. i’ll give you that.
it’s good that he’s not around, that i haven’t seen him in eleven months. i’m going to ensure that the next time i do see him it’s not in my apartment, or his place. it will someplace without memories. with other people. with beer.
yeah… it’s best he didn’t come over last night. i haven’t shaved my legs in a week.
Not…. Jason?!
but of course, ma cheri!
even if he did come over, how would he know — you do wear pants don’t you? :)
pants? what are these “pants” you speak of?
http://www.das-mall.com/leather/images/8001L.jpg
yeehaw.