Single in the City posted 3 comments. He’s trying to make up with me. But he has some ‘splaining to do about his Rio adventures. I’m gonna get cells in my next place, these critters get loose and then look what happens. Brown gone bad.
TC calling at 7 a.m. for his post Saturday night bed check. I’m happy to hear from him. It’s suddenly dawned on him that shortly not only won’t we see each other, we won’t speak as often due to the ship at sea. He’s not happy about this. He’s trying to be mature. He’s half way giving me permission to ‘go out’. He wants me to tell him about it. Then suddenly changes his mind, he doesn’t want to know anything.
While a ship at sea doesn’t necessarily facilitate any big relationships, he recognizes he too may have opportunities of infidelity. He’s not sure how he’ll deal with it. Neither of us are in any position to be in any sort of a relationship, in fact he and I are still in our own relationship. But time and distance wears. He’s not set foot on the boat and already talking about getting off in 3 months.
It’s ironic that 90 days is just a flash for me, seems the older you get the faster time flies. So in many ways I’m content to wait and see what happens. Waiting not being a strong suit for me, but wait I will.