Wednesday, January 08, 2003

I've had people... make comments on other blogs about this site. Yes it is crack for voyeurs and yes it is all true. I welcome any comments that you would like to share.  It was generally a bad day today so instead of reliving it right now, I'll give you a little more background. Some details about myself, I'm in the neighborhood of  30, and I come from a stable home life (my parents have been married for over 30 years). I have a good job that I like, and a working environment that keeps me entertained. I currently own two houses (that is certainly subject to change), two cars, a great dog and enough grown up toys to fill a garage.  I've never been abused or molested. I've never hit a woman. I've never been to prison. And, as of yet, I still wake up every morning with my bit and pieces still attached to my body (sorry to disappoint anyone).  I'm still trying to sort out the reason that all of this happened. No doubt, I caused most of it. I believe it is my own idea of chaos theory. When things are going good I tend to have to try to make a mess of them so I'll have something to fix. This one is a little bigger than I imagined it could be... 6:08:44 PM    comment [count[Macro error: Can't evaluate the expression because the name "comment" hasn't been defined.] ]

I dont know... if we were shape shifting for each other, or we actually had as much in common as it seemed. Everyday we would talk it was like a new discovery about how much we were alike. The same interests, the same tastes the same opinions on most everything. Even religion and politics were not a problem for us. There was still that cloud of me being attached that hung over everything though. I was letting go of my current relationship as I became more comfortable with her. She gave me a couple of opportunities to try to fix what I had if that is what I wanted. Every time I said that I didn't want to, she said she was happy and relieved. We had a running joke since the first time we talked. The joke is that she was sitting on the fence and depending on how the conversations went determined which side of the fence her feet hung over. Towards the end of it all, she was off the fence and standing on my side. The week before we were to meet there were more phone conversations and stress than ever. The closing on her house was still not going to plan and I was doing my best to keep her calm. Other than that we were like two giddy little teenagers. I was making everyone at work sick, but I was walking on air. At home I was walking on pins and needles....... 8:03:24 AM    comment [count[Macro error: Can't evaluate the expression because the name "comment" hasn't been defined.] ]

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