At 10:00 AM Surfer Dude called to announce that he was on his way over.
I ran, I mean scrambled, found my sneakers and put them on. I was ready to LEAP out of the front door then jump into my car to get away.
As I tied the laces on sneaker number two I heard the beep of a car alarm.
It was just outside my door. I knew it was him.
After an entire week I was no longer in touch with my anger. Oh, and the reason he came over at all is because this morning I'd condescended to respond to his IM.
I knew I shouldn't have done that. I just never thought he would come over. It's an hour drive.
So we spend the day together, worked out in CDM, had lunch and dinner. He told me his excuses. The fact that he thinks we might both feel love for each other. More marriage insinuations. I mean, really. But ladies and gentlemen, I'm not a moron. Despite the fact that I play one here.
I just sent him an email advising that we can continue to see each other under the condition that we remain non-exclusive. Given his attempt to stray (and my amazing buzz kill on that one) this should be exactely what he wants, but isn't.
He want's me off the market. No way.
I missed my date with nice Jewish Media Relations guy who is writing the screenplay on internet dating. I'm working on a re-schedule.