Romance

It has been 6 weeks. Exactly six weeks. Since the Boyfriend came over, and we talked about It. About all the reasons I left, and why there wasn't any way for me to rectify the things that were wrong between us. And then we had a day of breakup sex and naps, during which he made it very clear that one of the things I thought was unrectifiable... perhaps was. I have seen him once. Just once, and he waved hello.

And I guess I'm only 2 weeks from seeing him again.

I don't think I'll be ready. I'm pretty sure he won't be ready.


So. In the last six weeks, I have had a crazy affair in my head with a coworker, and one wild night with a 25 yearold from Huntsville.

Today, I watched the Saints game with my close friends; one couple who has a 4 week old, one who's 7 months pregnant, and then me and the Other Single One. It's nice that I don't feel like The Single One with these friends.

I came home, and started cleaning house. And all the things rumbled around in my head. Missing the Boyfriend, but knowing we are not meant to be together; at least, not as he is now. Mourning the lost romance with The Coworker. It's silly, really, that we can't date because we work together. And yet, maybe it's not. I'll never really know, I suspect. And then The ... he doesn't really even get a nickname, because I suspect he'll never reappear. A friend of a friend, just in town for the weekend. I can't help but wonder about him; what his story is, and why we didn't have morning sex.


I am in love with Romance.

I am in love with ideas of what could happen. I am in love with ideas of being swept off my feet.

I am watching Sex in the City. God help me, and every single man ever.