15 days no alcohol. Halfway through the month. All’s well on that front.
I spent a good chunk of today walking, and that was fantastic. I left the Bulldog’s place pretty early. I actually told him I was going walking at 10, but [Athena] and I had made plans for noon, so I bought myself some alone time before our walk. I didn’t want to have to rush around like the last couple of times we’d met, and I knew that the BD would lure me back into his little love sleep cocoon - which, don’t get me wrong, is a wonderful place to be…
Anyway, went home and did some laundry, cleaned a bit, then got pup ready to go for our Walk & Talk + Brunch.
Had a really nice time with [Athena], though we were seated at a picnic table next to two couples. One guy had the loudest voice and we struggled to talk over this guy (who was also a know-it-all, ugh). I think the best part of the afternoon was after we got away from the noisy guy and could actually talk.
I swear, the Walk & Talk is better than therapy for me. Sometimes it takes me a bit to get going, but it’s fun to do this with [Athena] because we read each other here on PB and can fill in some of the missing details from our entries. I left our walk feeling renewed and a bit more sane about some of the things going on lately.
But then, of course, tonight happened. The Bulldog had asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him tonight, and I was planning on that. However, I didn’t hear from him after our 3PM text about how awesome the weather was.
Finally, at 7PM, I sent him a text asking him if he’d gotten lost or something.
He called and we talked for just a bit, but all of a sudden he got another phone call and asked me if he could call me “right back”. I said of course, and now it’s 8:30, so fuck dinner anyway.
I know, I know. I can’t let him dictate my feelings. But once again, screw this.
I took the dog out on another walk this evening. We went to the park and it was nice. I’d love to meet some handsome stranger walking his dog sometime. Perhaps I should make myself more open to that.
I’m giving today a 6.5. 90% of the day was great, but the Bulldog brings the average down. Again.
Ever,
GS
- EDIT: Just talked with the BD. He said he was asleep when we talked this morning about having dinner. Said he was sorry several times. Said his short-term memory is failing him (and this is not the first time he’s said that…he’s said it a lot lately). I only cut him a little slack. To be completely honest, I didn’t really feel like going to dinner anyway. My lunch/brunch with [Athena]was huge and I’m STILL full. Still, weird.
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