June 2, 2012
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staying away…
The work schedule is brutal. Only one weekend off this month. That will be for the big move.
D texts, telling me that his day was terrible and that he’ll be glad when he’s relaxing on his porch. I’m working an emergency case. I send out feelers. Would he like me to stop by later and give him a back rub? That’s all I’m offering, but it’s more to see what his intentions were. He briefly considers it, then balks. He says he’s tired (he’s been off for 3 days), that he’s “puking”.
I text him, “I hope you feel better soon. Let me know if I can help you.”
Angel me checks my eyes. No light. “I worry about you, ” she says.
I shake my head, “Don’t worry. I’ve made a new friend. Nothing will come of it, I’m certain. But it will be someone to go to get a drink with.”
Devil me scoffs, “Just another asshole who wants a lay. When will you learn?”
I look at the ground, studying what to say. I sigh deeply before I answer, “I have to give it a chance. It may work. It may not. Time will tell.”
I believe I will be correct.
