Saturday night I did go out to dinner with Vet man. We had a lovely dinner at the Blue Water Grille and then went to Nieuport 17 for a nightcap. The singer and music were good. The funny thing was the Dr. I had gone out with and decided not to see again was sitting in the corner with a new date. He pretended not to see me even though I wiggled my fingers at him before Vet man and I sat down and he definitely saw me. To funny!
Vet man and I came home and the evening ended up with me being none to happy with him or me. I was thinking about Dez returning this coming week and I just couldn't make Vet man think that anything was going anywhere, I've been very clear and he knows as much. However, he left mad and I went to bed thinking I wasn't going to see him again, my choice. The next morning I sent him a text saying as much. I received a terse reply, "K." and I thought so much for that.
I stayed home Sunday, although I had calls from the seventy four year old that lives in Tarzana,...doesn't anyone live close? He had spent his life doing something with the racing group and was watching the Indy 500. He said he spent about eight months a year at Indy. I have never liked the racing crowd. I always equated them with West Virginia and people that I really didn't want to know. I suppose things have changed and of course he is no longer involved. He had stayed in my hometown of Canton years ago and raced some sort of car at Mansfield's Speedway. Ugh! I have no idea what he did with racing cars and didn't ask. He had a BBQ to go to and wanted to drive down to see me after he made his cameo appearance but I really wasn't in the mood to see anyone. I told him no and I spent the day reading and relaxing.
This morning I had a text from Vet man asking if I had come to my senses and would I talk with him. I did answer him and said I would. I have to work with him on the Marine Corp Ball and I don't want it to be awkward. Things always seem to get complicated.
I worked in the garage a little today on the center pieces for the MCB and also outside early this morning dead heading flowers. I really don't like yard work, but the gardeners don't always do what they are suppose to.
Tomorrow the carpet cleaners come and I'm hoping that will be the last of my Spring cleaning. I have to start making a concerted effort to look for a new sofa next.
Thanks to all who gave the ultimate sacrifice on this Memorial Day.
Vet man and I came home and the evening ended up with me being none to happy with him or me. I was thinking about Dez returning this coming week and I just couldn't make Vet man think that anything was going anywhere, I've been very clear and he knows as much. However, he left mad and I went to bed thinking I wasn't going to see him again, my choice. The next morning I sent him a text saying as much. I received a terse reply, "K." and I thought so much for that.
I stayed home Sunday, although I had calls from the seventy four year old that lives in Tarzana,...doesn't anyone live close? He had spent his life doing something with the racing group and was watching the Indy 500. He said he spent about eight months a year at Indy. I have never liked the racing crowd. I always equated them with West Virginia and people that I really didn't want to know. I suppose things have changed and of course he is no longer involved. He had stayed in my hometown of Canton years ago and raced some sort of car at Mansfield's Speedway. Ugh! I have no idea what he did with racing cars and didn't ask. He had a BBQ to go to and wanted to drive down to see me after he made his cameo appearance but I really wasn't in the mood to see anyone. I told him no and I spent the day reading and relaxing.
This morning I had a text from Vet man asking if I had come to my senses and would I talk with him. I did answer him and said I would. I have to work with him on the Marine Corp Ball and I don't want it to be awkward. Things always seem to get complicated.
I worked in the garage a little today on the center pieces for the MCB and also outside early this morning dead heading flowers. I really don't like yard work, but the gardeners don't always do what they are suppose to.
Tomorrow the carpet cleaners come and I'm hoping that will be the last of my Spring cleaning. I have to start making a concerted effort to look for a new sofa next.
Thanks to all who gave the ultimate sacrifice on this Memorial Day.
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