Life andMore Life
It’s one in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I suppose I’ll update you on the interesting events of the last few days. I’m listening to Stings “A Thousand Years”. I think it is appropriate.
I had a wedding on Sunday…alot of fun. I was back at SurfSand resort. I absolutely love working at that location. The food was as always excellent. And the guys who were working there that night…oh my goodness. *Drools* They kept me an extra hour and gave me a tip so it was a good week.
I’ve completely screwed up my writing class, well see if I can salvage my grade. Algebra and History are going well. I find it amusing that in my history book the only religion they’ve called a “cult” is the “cult of Yahweh”. *chuckles* I think their prejudice is showing.
And finally, Frock talked to me. I gave yet another impassioned plea but I think another friend of ours who found out about our situation let him have and he “had” to talk to me. But either way I’m glad he did.
To noone’s surprise he is not coming to visit. He feels he was being unrealistic to like me and between his restaraunt, ex-fiancee and family he’s pulled in too many directions. I agreed once he finally went into all that he’s going through. He should have told me what was going on sooner so I didn’t have to worry so much about him.
*RANT*
He gave me the bull**** line about “wanting to spare me the pain by not talking to me, to which he apologized. *ROLLS EYES* Oh please, what is up with guys who think that NOT telling us what is going on is a good idea. “Oh gee, I just let her stew in her own imagination wondering what the hell has happened to the person she cares about.” I mean REALLY!
*END RANT*
Some of our mutual friends are still expecting me to get pissed at him because I was the rebound girl. I just have to chuckle because I knew I was the rebound girl. I didn’t mean to lose my heart to him. But lost it I most certainly did. Oh my…I used to think that kind of magic, that I had for those few weeks, only existed in stories. Between our phone calls and online chats I learned what it felt like to be treasured and cherished. I will never regret that. Nor will I ever settle for less than that again. Would I like Him back in my life…you bet, is it even practical to think that way? Not right now it isn’t. He wants to rebuild our friendship, I can only hope that once the hell his life has become settles down he’ll be ready to talk to me as we used to. As I said before, I’d be a fool to lose his friendship, and I want my friend who I could talk about anything with back.
In the meantime I’m letting the chips fall where they may. Mostly biding my time until the divorce is final…and since we haven’t filed yet, it will take time. We will be filing as soon as money for the work gets open.
It apparently it’s open season on “wendi hunting”. I don’t know what happened but some light switch turned on and now everyone is hitting on me. I’m getting offers of cyber crap…finding out that some of my long time aquaintences are some really sick people. *I know, like we’re surprised right?* Well, hell, I am…who said I was available? I keep getting told how smart, intelligent and sexy I am….and I’m starting to think of a book title, weird quotes while Wendi did NOTHING! I mean really!!
