Flirtin’ with disaster

It’s late and I can’t sleep.  It probably has something to do with the impending doom coming this weekend.  Sorry.  I take that back.  I’m being overly dramatic, as I sometimes tend to be.  You know, maybe just a tiny bit, or a lot.  How can I tell since I am the one afflicted?  Does a crazy person know they are crazy?  Know what I mean Vern?  LOL

Wow, I’m really rambling tonight.  My mind is all over the place.  So here’s what I’m going to do.  I’m going to list out some of the random thoughts that have bounced around in my little brain today.  I hope you won’t mind.

I was talking to Art last night and he was telling me about something a friend told him a couple of years ago.  She told him that he was “going through women like Sherman through Atlanta.”  I just had to share that because first of all it’s funny, and secondly, it reminded me of Manwhore.

Another reason I wanted to crank out this quick post is because I’m going to be gone this weekend.  Art & I are supposed to come back Sunday.  I’m so incredibly nervous about this weekend.  Not only am I supposed to meet the kids, I also will have to spend over 5 hours with him in the car on the drive there.

I was talking to Manwhore earlier this evening and told him how nervous I am about this weekend and trip.  He asked why I was nervous because I had said that I’ll take whatever time I can get with Art.  This trip will give me a lot of time with him, so Manwhore didn’t understand.  I tried explaining why and then told him that at least by the end of this weekend I should know whether I’m going to keep seeing Art.  I think that statement shocked Manwhore a little.  He knows I really like Art.  However, if Art is not really that into dating me or isn’t looking for anything more than non-monogamous dating, then I don’t want to waste my time or his.

I also told Manwhore that it seems a bit odd that Art would want to introduce me to his kids if he wasn’t serious about dating me.  Unless he just wants me as a friend.  In which case, I will be happy to be his friend, but I need to know so that I can leave my options open for when I meet someone else.

Another thought that I had earlier when I was contemplating all of this is that I think I’ve gotten to the point where it’s almost like I can flip a switch and just stop being interested in someone.  Not that I want to stop seeing Art.  I just want to make sure the feelings are mutual.  If they aren’t then I need to be able to stop myself from getting too invested and then just move on.

As I stood on the balcony enjoying the cool breeze tonight, I almost had myself convinced that I could come up with enough reasons to stop wanting to be with Art.  I’m a very logical thinker, even though I don’t always do what is logical.  That’s still how my brain works through things.  It definitely has its pros and cons.  I don’t want to stop seeing him though.  I really do like him, think he’s the whole package, and hope we have a great weekend together.  I guess we’ll have to wait and see.  I’ll be sure to write all about it on Monday, that is if I’m not too traumatized. LOL

In other news…Fallen Angel (my little sister) keeps calling me and telling me that my father, not hers or ours, but my father is pissing her off non-stop.  She is very frustrated with the Preacher’s unwillingness to do what needs to be done about certain things, especially those having to do with financial matters.  She fears that our mother and little brother are going to end up suffering for the Preacher’s stubbornness and crazy mood swings.  I think I have to agree with Fallen Angel on this one.  Even though I’m a daddy’s girl, I am well aware of his faults.  More on that some other time.

So that’s it for now I suppose.  I’ll check back in on Monday & let you know how it all went and if I’m still going to be dating Art.  All prayers are appreciated & welcomed as always. 😉

Happy humping!

2 thoughts on “Flirtin’ with disaster

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