It is Tuesday and the last time I blogged was Friday. I was waiting for Dez to show up to take me to lunch. The morning went by and then at two o'clock he called and said he had overslept. Seems the job he has in Anaheim had a major problem and the electricity was damaged and most of the area was blown out. He said he had to get a sub from Malibu and had spent most of two nights awake, hence the oversleeping. He was in his Hummer heading for San Diego.
He went on for forty five minutes about the job sight and problems while driving to his San Diego appointment with the doctor to see about his Aunt being able to travel to France to live with her son. Now I can understand problems and I can understand what went on, however, not once out of his mouth was and I'm sorry. I was very pleasant on the phone but after I hung up I became more pissed at him. He really lives in his own little self centered world and I have put up with more from hm then I've ever put up with from any man. Chemistry can only go so far.
I emailed him telling him enough was just about enough, and I wasn't happy about him standing me up.....I'm to old to put up with his crap. He emailed me back saying the next time he would call me at 3:30 am and let me know. Totally a smart ass.....two can play the game, so I emailed back and said," honey I would appreciate that." I was going to email and say one word, "text." but decided I was tired of playing his games and didn't.
He left from San Diego to spend time with his younger son whose wife has just had a baby. He is suppose to be here Thursday and Friday, but after our exchange I'm not sure he will come. That is totally up to him and I'm not holding my breath. I'm tempted to not be home if he comes and see how he likes it.
In the meantime I sat home all weekend, which was fine, then last night, Monday I went to dinner with an ex neighbor of mine. She and I meet about once a month or so, when she isn't traveling, and have a really nice time together. I went through her divorce with her and her getting the man of her dreams thirty years ago. We always have a lot to talk about.
Vet man sent me an email asking if Friday was okay to come pick up the five foot sofa I have I'm getting rid of. It is part of a set of the sofa bed that I'm sending out the door. The sofa bed isn't in great shape, since it is fourteen years old and has seen better days. At least the fabric on it. The bed itself has barely been used. My new sofa should be here sometime in July so I need to make room.
My thirty five year old poet man who had one of his books published and available on Amazon, called "Pieces of Her Soul" keeps contacting me on Facebook wanting to connect. He is house sitting in Palm springs right now. I ordered his book and have read some of it. He has a very bright mind and his command of the language and knowledge of women, for one so young, is amazing. There are so many talented men.
Tonight I'm going to a meeting and my friends are picking me up for dinner first.
Hopefully things will iron themselves out, or maybe I just need to be using the iron to make it happen.
He went on for forty five minutes about the job sight and problems while driving to his San Diego appointment with the doctor to see about his Aunt being able to travel to France to live with her son. Now I can understand problems and I can understand what went on, however, not once out of his mouth was and I'm sorry. I was very pleasant on the phone but after I hung up I became more pissed at him. He really lives in his own little self centered world and I have put up with more from hm then I've ever put up with from any man. Chemistry can only go so far.
I emailed him telling him enough was just about enough, and I wasn't happy about him standing me up.....I'm to old to put up with his crap. He emailed me back saying the next time he would call me at 3:30 am and let me know. Totally a smart ass.....two can play the game, so I emailed back and said," honey I would appreciate that." I was going to email and say one word, "text." but decided I was tired of playing his games and didn't.
He left from San Diego to spend time with his younger son whose wife has just had a baby. He is suppose to be here Thursday and Friday, but after our exchange I'm not sure he will come. That is totally up to him and I'm not holding my breath. I'm tempted to not be home if he comes and see how he likes it.
In the meantime I sat home all weekend, which was fine, then last night, Monday I went to dinner with an ex neighbor of mine. She and I meet about once a month or so, when she isn't traveling, and have a really nice time together. I went through her divorce with her and her getting the man of her dreams thirty years ago. We always have a lot to talk about.
Vet man sent me an email asking if Friday was okay to come pick up the five foot sofa I have I'm getting rid of. It is part of a set of the sofa bed that I'm sending out the door. The sofa bed isn't in great shape, since it is fourteen years old and has seen better days. At least the fabric on it. The bed itself has barely been used. My new sofa should be here sometime in July so I need to make room.
My thirty five year old poet man who had one of his books published and available on Amazon, called "Pieces of Her Soul" keeps contacting me on Facebook wanting to connect. He is house sitting in Palm springs right now. I ordered his book and have read some of it. He has a very bright mind and his command of the language and knowledge of women, for one so young, is amazing. There are so many talented men.
Tonight I'm going to a meeting and my friends are picking me up for dinner first.
Hopefully things will iron themselves out, or maybe I just need to be using the iron to make it happen.
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