Well, first things first, I’m NOT preggers. Not that I was really worried about it, but the possibility - however small - was there. So, once again, I feel a mixture of relief and the smallest twinge of sadness knowing that the kid thing just wasn’t meant to be for me.
Especially seeing how excited my parents are to finally become grandparents. I can tell they are trying to be very sensitive to my feelings when they talk about my brother’s baby. It’s OK, I’m not all emotional about it, and I am excited for them (my parents and my brother and his wife), but even thinking about babies stirs up just the slightest bit of wonder in my mind. What if.
And then it moves back to relief because I just don’t think I could do it at 48. I have trouble enough with a dog. So here we are.
Went to Best Bud’s today for lunch like I said I would.
It was nice, but her husband is just weird and he’s gotten weirder over the years. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I think a bit of it is cultural (he’s from the Dominican Republic). He’s moody and can be loud and boisterous - sometimes funny, but sometimes he yells at Best Bud. I don’t like that one bit, but Best Bud takes it with a grain of salt and his insults roll right off her back. And if she can deal with it and doesn’t mind it, it’s not my place to butt in where they are concerned.
But today he did a strange thing when I got over there and hugged him hello. He asked Best Bud if he could grab my ass…and then he gave it a SQUEEZE!
I brushed that one off too, because I’ve known the guy forever and I just think he’s a weirdo, but now that I have a chance to sit down and think about it…that was really pretty fucked up.
And after I spent a few hours there with BB, going through her house remodel (she wanted my advice on a whole bunch of things that they are doing) room by room, and giving her advice on a dress she’s going to wear on New Year’s Eve, it was time to say goodbye…
So her husband gave me some parting words that went something like this: “I can say whatever I want to in my own home.”
Oh. Kaaaaay. Sure you can.
I don’t know, guys. I think he’s a man on the verge of something kind of fucked up.
Whatever. It was nice to see Best Bud and tell her about all of the adventures since I haven’t really seen her since Shanghai! We hadn’t really had a chance to catch up on all of our stories.
I told her the whole SHIP saga and she was impressed. After all, she and I used to compete for guys back in the day…and look what she ended up with . I’d say even though I’m alone I may have gotten the better end of the bargain. Still, she’d disagree with me. She loves that man. And really, that’s what matters, no?
Anyway, home to settle back into another early evening with the dog. A small dinner after that HUGE lunch. And by the way, Best Bud’s lunch was spectacular. She made the WORKS for Thanksgiving and didn’t even want to - she was pressured by her son who told her that he wanted a traditional Thanksgiving dinner (!).
Now lying in bed, writing this entry and again playing with the Tinder(box)…fishing for some material.
Hmmmm….
I think I’ll just close this entry with a REAL Dick pic. This is what it’s come to. Enjoy, my friends!
XO
GS
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