Slipping me softly

I have been slipping.

It’s been a see-saw week with Papa. I hate him one minute. Want him back the next minute. What the heck???

I don’t know why some part of me wants him to come with us on our adventure abroad, but the other part says that is a totally bad idea. Oh not to mention, these aren’t equal parts. There is a small, tiny part that tell me in due time it would work itself out. Give it another year.

Since nice guys always finish last, I think I’m gonna go with the little guy. Wait it out some more. Give it one school year to see what happens.

I do miss the presence of a partner. Of a lover. Of a food taster. And of a date.

Sometimes I close my eyes and I feel good about the future. I get this tingling feeling that everything is gonna be alright and I should fret-not.

Well, after last weekend’s drama I am giving myself a weekend totally off! I’m heading to the Big Apple (my former neighborhood), to hang out with my girlfriend and her MBA buddies. I hope I don’t feel too “broke” around them as they are mostly big-willies.

It’s all part of my desire to get back out there. stop messing and mopping around. No one is going to walk into my apartment and “save” me from loneliness. I have to make it happen.

Plus I’ve already told myself I’m gonna start doing some traveling before we head overseas. By the way, Papa plans to comes with us to Europe.

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