I don’t really have the Sunday Scaries, but maybe I should? So much I need to accomplish this week before everyone starts skipping town and heading for their respective Thanksgiving Corona-fests.
Not much to report today. Took another nice walk in the new hood (manifesting!) and then headed straight to mom and dad’s while still in my “walking” clothes which consisted of yoga pants, sneaks and a cashmere sweater. It was a little on the chilly side.
Oh! Lunch yesterday was really nice. The weather was outstanding and the venue was nearly vacant so my two friends and I (and Martini) had the whole place to ourselves. I ate a beautiful spinach salad with grilled chix and drank two skinny margs and we had some good talks.
I was sad to hear of my friend, we’ll call her Suzanne, feeling very disappointed by her husband. It’s interesting to see all of the cute photos on Instagram and then hearing about what was really happening on her amazing-looking trip to Mexico for her birthday - which happened to coincide with one of those many hurricanes that have happened in 2020. They even ended the trip early, which surprised me (nothing to do with the weather and more about technical issues and more disappointment). She says her husband is depressed so he can’t seem to get shit done and spends a shocking amount of time playing video games.
On my Zoom call with my college girlfriends last night, another friend of mine tells me that a beloved neighborhood couple who are their besties are likely headed for divorce and I keep thinking about how I’m so sad to not have a Covid-buddy, but then I imagine how many marriages and partnerships are breaking up during this time. I suppose if you’ve had a superficial marriage or partnership that was on shaky ground to begin with, this time could be disastrous.
And then! I got a text last night from SexyPants! Whaaaat?
He told me he was at [funky nearby hotel] and was thinking about me and hoping I was doing well. On the one hand I was surprised to hear from him, but on the other hand I really wasn’t. I’m not saying this to be egotistical, but I’d seen that he’d looked at my LinkedIn profile a couple of weeks ago so I knew that he’d been thinking about me.
I did answer back, asking why he was at [funky hotel] and he told me that it was for his nephew’s bachelor party (the wedding is on New Year’s Eve and he is the Best Man). I was actually surprised that they were having a bachelor party this weekend. You know, with the Rona surging and all that, and that’s pretty much what I said when I answered back.
He then apologized, saying that he probably shouldn’t have reached out, but he thanked me for responding and told me he hoped I was doing well.
I didn’t answer that one. Just left it hanging in the air.
Something is wrong with that dude. I’m not saying that I haven’t thought about him over the last year or so, but why has he been thinking about me? He was the one who told me that he was going back to his most recent ex-girlfriend to try to work it out with her and that’s why he couldn’t have contact with me anymore. That man will never change. I wonder if he’s breaking up with her again?
Just imagine: all of these breakups and divorces coming out of quarantine is going to make the dating pool interesting, isn’t it? All of these fucked-up dudes just getting out of their marriages and partnerships and getting back into the dating pool…
It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, isn’t it?
But on the opposite end of the spectrum, surely there are some great guys who finally figured out that they are not in the right relationship and have worked on themselves through all of this and made their way out alive…