Goodbye normalacy...whatever THAT is.
Jul. 19th, 2005 01:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windemereHaving not heard from the "boy I dated in the winter" for over 3 months, naturally I had long since moved on. Perhaps not to more greener pastures, but at least to something more interesting than un-answered e-mails and enquiries as to his stress level at work.
Of course, it was stupid of me. Why would I assume he would vanish forever after only 3 months, when the last time it was 4 years? I'm obviously loosing my touch.
He wants to have coffee. Which would of course be Not Bad, except that he is out of the city until August, at which point I am out of the city. And then I'll be really out of the city in September for a duration of 8 months. He has made it clear he does not mind driving to Waterloo, but that's beside the point, as I mind him driving to Waterloo. Of course, having a car, I could drive to Oakville, but that's beside the point as well.
What, pray tell, is the point of persuing this obviously doomed relationship? And why do I have this nagging feeling that I should? Blasted devil on my shoulder. Or maybe it's the angel; soemtimes it's rather difficult to tell.
Amy, dreaming of a fantasy world where life is normal.
Of course, it was stupid of me. Why would I assume he would vanish forever after only 3 months, when the last time it was 4 years? I'm obviously loosing my touch.
He wants to have coffee. Which would of course be Not Bad, except that he is out of the city until August, at which point I am out of the city. And then I'll be really out of the city in September for a duration of 8 months. He has made it clear he does not mind driving to Waterloo, but that's beside the point, as I mind him driving to Waterloo. Of course, having a car, I could drive to Oakville, but that's beside the point as well.
What, pray tell, is the point of persuing this obviously doomed relationship? And why do I have this nagging feeling that I should? Blasted devil on my shoulder. Or maybe it's the angel; soemtimes it's rather difficult to tell.
Amy, dreaming of a fantasy world where life is normal.
