The Italian night was fun, to much fun. It was cooked by volunteers that were Italian and the food was very good. It included antipasto salad, garlic toast, Penni pasta with sauce, Italian sausage, Chicken Marsala and Spumoni. Of course wine too.
Sunday morning I received a text from Desi who was still stuck up North with beau coup problems on a job site. He said to go on with my day since he wouldn't be returning until the middle of the week. Seems his supervisor on the job needed a supervisor. Desi said that the job was ten days behind and it was going to cost, plus he may have to fire the man that was suppose to be in charge and not doing a great job of it. Construction has so many aspects to it and if everyone doesn't do what they are suppose to it throws everything off.
Desi called me later Sunday afternoon and was more then upset. He said he was hot, tired and dirty and totally disgusted with his man that was suppose to be running things for him.. He was headed home on Wednesday and promised either Thursday or Friday to see me. If I have learned one thing it is to not count on plans with him. He has such a complicated life, between work, family and driving and flying all over the place he is stretched to the limit. It all works for me. No twenty four seven and it allows both of us to do what we need to do. It is like the first time everytime we see each other and that is on both sides.
I finally got the picture of the two of us that was taken at a friends bithday party. If I must say so myself we look pretty good. That day the humidity was fierce and my hair showed it, but that not withstanding, we look good together. I told Desi that I was putting the picture next to my bed
so I would remember him.. He thought that was a fine idea. I also managed to scan the picture in to the computer, a first for me, and sent him a copy. I have a copy for him when he comes the next time. I was kidding my friend saying it was hard evidence.
Now, on to a problem man who I haven't met yet and don't want to. This is the man that has a private jet, builds Wal-Marts and grocery stores and is from Europe. His accent is heavy and I can't decide if he is Italian, he says his mother was Italian, or something else. His name is not Italian. His heavy accent also doesn't sound Italian. He calls and emails but I still have many red flags when it comes to him. He is a little to religious, Catholic, but over the top with it and doesn't hesitate to tell you about his devotion to the Church. Right up my alley, NOT! He is looking for someone to marry and travel with, it won't be me. I have found it doesn't matter how much money a man has, if he is wierd, he is wierd. Not to mention I haven't met him in person.
I find it interesting that out of all the men that I've seen or been contacted by, there is only Desi that I want to see and be with. I thought I"d be able to find someone, near my age, that might be a keeper, but so far I haven't and I've almost given up looking. Actually I have given up looking. I just need to focus in on my life and enjoy the remaining time I have left on this earth and make the most of what I've been given.
We are all blessed by so much.
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