Monday night, under a blanket on the couch, post-sushi with I (“get in there and write a blog post so I can read it!”), drinking my new favorite tea ever: Mighty Leaf Mint Melange.
We have reached the end of a news cycle. Everything is winding down just in time for Day 1. According to my spreadsheet of averages, Day 1 will be tomorrow (or soon after), and then I will start on the Clomid on Day 2 and then I will get cranky while my estrogen is suppressed and my ovaries go on overdrive producing follicles.
The synchronicity of events recently has been intriguing: the peak of my mystery illness coincided with ovulation on what turned out to be an eventful “month off.” Morocco left town just as Hawaii arrived. I will take my last antibiotic tonight and my first Clomid within a few days. I am finally, finally better and rounding the corner in more ways than one.
Morocco came back a few days after my last post, after I had filed him and moved on. But he came back strong, just a couple of arm’s lengths away: hey I’m at a bar in your neighborhood, stop by. Hey, come see live music, I’m at a club. Unsure whether I actually wanted to see him, I suggested we plan ahead and he said then you plan it–I’m not a good planner. (Is it Maya Angelou who said, “When someone tells you who they are, believe them.”?)
I texted him that I sense he’s not available for a relationship and so our timing is off and he should focus on getting his life in order right now. He texted back, “Sounds good :)” Which I take to mean he concurs and/or didn’t understand and/or is a texting robot. (Texting is seriously the worst thing to happen to dating.) Either way, he’s back in the file. 5% of me believes that once he gets settled he’d be a good boyfriend but the other 95% knows that guy never gets settled.
Dr. Hawaii is another story. A brief story that also also involves the texts always ending in a smiley-face. Which is fine. But when I feel a connection like that I want to throw open the doors and windows, fire up the skype and the gchat and the (gasp) telephone and start fanning the flames of passion across the distance!
Not so with this one. When I said “he disappeared into the moonlit night,” he actually did. We’ve exchanged a few texts. He liked something I put on facebook. I went through an initial phase of dying a slow and tortured death with the waiting and the hating of my phone until I realized that the distance and the circumstances have taken us off the usual dating script and now I don’t know what to expect, if anything–maybe we’re on Hawaii Time or maybe when he said he wanted to come back to visit me he was speaking poetically and not literally. Who the F knows what’s going on over there! Maybe he’ll reappear, maybe he won’t, maybe by the time he does my emotional window will be closed. Maybe (just maybe!) I’m a bit of a complicated case to take on right now. Our second date would be more than dinner and a movie–it would be a weekend requiring strategic logistical and emotional planning with a maybe-pregnant lady who lives 3,000 miles away.
For the record, he sent the last text and he will drive the motherfucking bus or else we’re not going anywhere. (Except on his birthday, which is Wednesday, for which I will compose him an Email, which will rock his world after all the texting.)
Meanwhile, I go on with my fabulous life, which is always the right answer no matter what the question.
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Hmmm–he’s a Sag (fire) and you’re a Leo (fire), so you are a good match psychically. Sag relationships always involve distance/travel, so unsurprising. Did you feel a real “click”? Did he? Otherwise, meh. Whatever. See what I mean? Love you, Mary Mary
I looked up the match too–it’s good and really intense. I did feel the click but who knows! thanks for the love Mary!
I just looked up Mighty Leaf Mint Melange. It looks beautiful. No matter what happens with these unpredictable men, you’ve got another, bigger project cooking, and this really is a new cycle, Clomid and all! I have to confess something bizarre: In my lifetime I think I’ve received maybe a maximum of 5 texts and I’ve sent maybe 2. Am I missing anything? Does this mark me somehow?
Anyway, here’s to Clomid and an exciting new month!
Wig, I am not surprised about your non-texting and can tell you honestly that you’re not missing a thing. xoxoxo
Texting is by far the worst thing to happen to dating. You can’t quite appreciate my sarcastic wit with texting and I find myself pissed off because I don’t get HIS when he texts. “Was that supposed to be funny? cute? WTF?” Sad.
Good luck with the Clomid and this next cycle in your fabulous life.
thank you, Running Chick!!!!!!!
Texting is one of the worst things to happen to language. Period. Spell! Punctuate! Use words! I hope he loves your birthday email and is inspired to reply in kind.
Ur totally right. L8R