Just had one of the most amazing weekends of my romantic life. I finally find a man who totally gets me, who I get, and we’re both into each other, and he lives 2500 miles away. Fucking Bullshit! Last night was the ‘not let go of one another’ night. <sigh>
He’s planning on coming back for another long weekend this summer, but that’s 4-6 months away. At least I’ve stopped crying. I was a wreck when I pulled away from the airport. Sheesh. Oh well, back to life as usual.
Asshole poser & me as of 2/8/07