I promised a follow-up to my last post. Better late than never, right?
For the past two months I have seen Doc Oc occasionally, usually once a week. About one month ago he came over one evening and as we were sitting on the couch he said he needed to tell me something. I immediately got nervous, thinking that maybe he had a girlfriend or wife. No such luck. He told me that he was moving back to his hometown, which is over four hours away.
My heart sank. I thought I had finally found a guy in this crappy state that I not only could tolerate, but actually liked. And now he’s leaving me.
Of course this is the guy who I thought could possibly be a serial killer. He isn’t, of course. However, he’s a very quiet person, much like myself, but even more so. I told my sister that now I know what it’s like to date me, and it’s awful. And I don’t mean that negatively against him. I just know that quiet people are difficult nuts to crack. We hold in so much. All of our emotions and feelings, hopes and dreams, thoughts and beliefs. Introverts can be extremely complex people. Personally, think I do better in relationships with extroverts, even though those are the one’s that usually don’t work out.
Anyway…Oh! I haven’t even described Doc Oc to you yet. He’s sexy, in a nerdy hipster subdued kind of way. Think Robert Downey, Jr. meets young James Spader. His ass though. Thank you Jesus for this boy’s ass. It’s so grab-able. He’s also intelligent and funny. It’s just that he doesn’t open up and talk much, which I do wish he had done.
Oh, well. The good ones always go away. Or I go away. Someone always goes away.
My prayer for the day:
“Jesus, just send me Bruno Mars…or Sting…I’d accept Sting also.”
Because I could fuck the hell out of some Bruno, or Sting, right now.
Until next time…”It’s only half past the point of no return.”
Peace, love, & happiness.