And In the Clouds
Here’s a little window into the maniacal thoughts of GW:
I have this quirky thing that I do when I first start dating guys. I fast forward to the future and envision a life with them. Case in point: Monday. In the morning, I imagined J and I getting serious. In the late morning, he proposed and we were planning the wedding. By the early afternoon, we were traveling. In the late afternoon, we had kids and leading very comfortable lives. By the early evening, we were having problems and in the late evening, we were divorced. There’s a word for people like this.
In my feeble defense, I just like everything in my life to be organized and in place.
Well, J called a few nights ago (and the nights after that) and I was utterly surprised because we were divorced after all. We talked for about an hour until he said something about waiting for a call I think. I couldn’t really hear him well. We talked about people’s weddings, our careers, and his recent promotion which he actually didn’t want but suddenly found himself in management. I asked him why all the resistance. He said it was because he wasn’t planning on staying but rather finding something else, something better. I told him he’s climbing the corporate ladder. He joked that he’s, more accurately, being shoved up the ladder. He’s seeing the brighter side to it, though. He can put this on his resume and have more doors of opportunity open for him.
He said he’d call the next day around the same time (late evening). I think it’s cute that he promises to call me back (within a given time, for that matter).
Two afternoons ago, my boss asked me if I’d like to join them on a trip they may be taking soon with his family. How sweet. They treat me like their own daughter.
I started applying to a few Durham schools. I’m trying to stick to the permanent ones because I don’t want to bounce around from one occasional position to another. There’s a truck load of occasional positions at Durham. I’ve applied to a few of them—only the ones that last nearly the entire school term—as a safety measure, in case none of the permanent ones come through. I just hope I get something. I want to get going on traveling already.
The K-man and I talked about going on a road trip—once we all find time off together. For now, he and I are making a trip to the mall to do some wardrobe overhaul, mostly for him. I just want a new camera.
GW
I have this quirky thing that I do when I first start dating guys. I fast forward to the future and envision a life with them. Case in point: Monday. In the morning, I imagined J and I getting serious. In the late morning, he proposed and we were planning the wedding. By the early afternoon, we were traveling. In the late afternoon, we had kids and leading very comfortable lives. By the early evening, we were having problems and in the late evening, we were divorced. There’s a word for people like this.
In my feeble defense, I just like everything in my life to be organized and in place.
Well, J called a few nights ago (and the nights after that) and I was utterly surprised because we were divorced after all. We talked for about an hour until he said something about waiting for a call I think. I couldn’t really hear him well. We talked about people’s weddings, our careers, and his recent promotion which he actually didn’t want but suddenly found himself in management. I asked him why all the resistance. He said it was because he wasn’t planning on staying but rather finding something else, something better. I told him he’s climbing the corporate ladder. He joked that he’s, more accurately, being shoved up the ladder. He’s seeing the brighter side to it, though. He can put this on his resume and have more doors of opportunity open for him.
He said he’d call the next day around the same time (late evening). I think it’s cute that he promises to call me back (within a given time, for that matter).
Two afternoons ago, my boss asked me if I’d like to join them on a trip they may be taking soon with his family. How sweet. They treat me like their own daughter.
I started applying to a few Durham schools. I’m trying to stick to the permanent ones because I don’t want to bounce around from one occasional position to another. There’s a truck load of occasional positions at Durham. I’ve applied to a few of them—only the ones that last nearly the entire school term—as a safety measure, in case none of the permanent ones come through. I just hope I get something. I want to get going on traveling already.
The K-man and I talked about going on a road trip—once we all find time off together. For now, he and I are making a trip to the mall to do some wardrobe overhaul, mostly for him. I just want a new camera.
GW
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