“He Really Likes You.” in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard someone tell me that after meeting Super T. I’ve introduced him to a huge number of my friends and colleagues now, and everyone…I mean everyone says the same thing. They tell me that they can just see it in his eyes.

And on the one hand I’m eating it up and licking the spoon.

And on the other, I’m dreading the day when I have to say goodbye to him and pack up my toys and move.

We’ve seen lots and lots and lots of each other since I came back from New York. I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t even mind the fact that he keeps me up all night even though my days have turned into complete and utter balls of stress and I feel so overwhelmed.

What with trying to get the old job done while trying to coordinate a move and figure out how I’m going to get my butt to the new destination by October 21st, I’m surprised I’m not tearing my hair out.

But when I’m with him, I feel this sense of calm and excitement at the same time, and I don’t worry about the transition at all. I just live completely in the moment with him.

Probably a bit of a mistake, but I don’t care. It’s keeping me from losing my mind.

Best Bud and her hubby finally got to meet him. They are in town for the weekend because Best Bud’s brother is getting married today. We all (BB, hubby, Matt, Greg, Super T and I) went to dinner on Thursday, and we started laughing about the fact that Super T and I met at the Super Target, and he jumped at the chance to tell the whole story. From his side.

And as I sat there and listened to his version of the story, I just melted. Because he tells it in such a funny, sweeeeeeet way. Romantic guy, that Super T.

He definitely won BB’s approval. That’s NOT easy to do, considering the LDL debacle (She hates him with a passion. We came very close to losing our friendship over him).

Speaking of LDL…..oh my flippin’ gawd. The story gets outrageous.

LDL is so distraught over the robbery, the loss of his dog, and the fact that I’m moving to the Midwest and not in with him. I really think that he’s quickly losing it (I mean, even moreso than he’d already lost it).

According to LDL, his life is in danger. He tells me that the guys who robbed him are just a teeny tiny part of an enormous theft ring. And that he is the sole witness. I don’t quite understand the whole story, but according to him, the main guy (robber, gang banger, theft ring boss) has posted his own bail–$350,000–with money that he’s laundered. He’s out, and he’s after LDL.

LDL frantically called me yesterday telling me that he is being protected by armed guards, has a police officer follow him everywhere, is wearing a bulletproof vest, and that they are talking of putting him into the witness protection program. Every time I talk to him, he tells me that it could very possibly be the last time we ever speak and that if he gets killed to please remember that he loves me more than anything and that I’ll be his dying thought.

I really don’t know what to believe anymore. I know the whole robbery thing is true. They killed his dog (he’s already adopted another one), they shook him up in a major, major way. I feel terrible about that. Horrible.

But this other stuff. Hell. I just don’t know. I know these guys are dangerous, and I know they threatened to kill him if he called the cops and all that. But….a bulletproof vest? The witness protection program??!!

I want to believe him and be as supportive as I can be—at a distance. But this story is spinning completely out of control. At this point, I have no idea what is real and what he’s telling me for effect.

I’m sure there will be more later.

And there’s more unexpected excitement!

Yesterday, as I sat at my desk at work trying to tie up some loose ends and book my apartment hunting trip for next weekend, who should come plopping himself down in the chair across from me?

Mr. Peepers!

I wasn’t expecting him until Monday!

He had just gotten off a plane from Italy. He was completely Xanax’d out. Groggy and rumpled. Slurring.

He mumbled, “I heard.”

And I told him that I hated leaving him a voice mail like that (I couldn’t reach him in Italy….I tried the hotel and his international mobile phone, but couldn’t get through). I wanted to tell him before I resigned to Big Boss because he really is my immediate boss. But because of the time sensitivity, I couldn’t.

I wonder if he’ll even remember our conversation. He was whacked. He still had airplane blanket fuzz all over him, and he could barely walk. I can’t believe he drove to work from the airport!!

But behind all the glaze and fog in his eyes, I saw something that almost made me happy: fear. He will be pretty fucked without me. And I felt a twinge of satisfaction.

Now, I’m sure I’ll be read the riot act on Monday, and I’m sure he’s going to panic and to try and squeeze more blood out of me for the last few days that I’m there. And I’m pretty sure I’ll bust a little ass because that’s just how I am.

But at least the blow was soft and squishy yesterday.

And now today. So much to do.

I’m hungry. There’s nothing in the fridge.

I need to buy a wedding gift for BB’s bro and fiancé.

I have closets to clean out, and I’m just putting it all off!

Moving is such a joy!