I have been feeling pretty decent these last couple of days. Got excellent sleep on Friday night (9+ hours!) and had a mostly relaxing weekend - though I did walk many, many miles again with the dog. Had brunch with my neighbors for taking care of Shitty Kitty and also had a lovely dinner last night with [Athena] and Karl. All-in-all a very nice weekend (despite a horrific storm yesterday!).
On Saturday morning I shared some texts with Dr. D as he was in the operating room and was feeling quite chatty text-wise while he monitored a transplant patient (!!!).
I didn’t want to bother him yet again about when we could possibly get together for my thank you dinner, so I decided that since I do design and development for a pet products company that I’d gift his two big dogs some really wonderful and exclusive products that I’d developed from The Line that I Created. I figured THAT could finally be my thank-you for him saving my life!
Yes, I KNOW that I told you that I was going to get over the guy and not pursue anything with him, but I really feel that I need to do something special for him as a thank you even though he’d say otherwise and that he was happy to help me. I’m feeling the need for a full-circle closure on this. I honestly think it would help me heal for some reason.
Anyway, we determined what I could get his 85+ lb. dog as well as his 30 lb. dog and all seemed really good. I was excited that I could actually do something pretty cool for him. And then that could be that.
This morning we texted a little bit about some stuff and then he sent me this random text telling me he’d just been informed that he has a squatter living in the house that he’s trying to sell and that the police were on their way to his old place as we were texting!
So of course I wanted to just have a little fun with it, so I asked him if the squatter had been wearing his clothes.
He answered back quickly with, “Yes!! And he’s been having sex with the girls I’ve been going out with!”
So.
Yeah.
There’s that.
I do get it. Message received LOUD and CLEAR, Doctor D.
I still have the gifts for his dogs. I still want to give them to him. And then I promise that will be the very last time I pursue even a text conversation with the man.
Sadly, but not broken-heartedly yours,
GS
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