2005-09-28 - 7:05 p.m.
Happy Birthday Sparky
Today is the boyfried’s birthday. He told me this weekend that he might take a day off to get his driver’s license renewed, he just never mentioned that it was today, or I would have taken it off and made a special day out of it. NEVERMIND. Motherfucker went to work at 3PM. The upside is that he must have gotten up early to wade through his documents to find the 6 points of identification required to renew his license. We could have done lunch. Nevertheless, I was planning all sorts of revelry for tonight which got quickly tossed to the side once I heard he was heading off to work. See ya tomorrow!
When I got off the train tonight, I thought I heard an “Annnnnie.” Looked around, saw nothing. Then I heard “Bananannie!” Only one person that could be. The man I’ve tried 3 times to make a go of it with. 3 times, you’re out. It is hard for me, because he means so much to me, and yet means so little to me now. I’m not going to lie. I still think of him every day, but I am happy and secure in the relationship with Sparky with no desire to bat again. He happened to be in my town for a physical, driving a bmw bike instead of his usual Harley or Indian, we talked about everything *except us* and he walked me home.
I told Sparky about the encounter. He said, and I swear: “That’s because he knew it was your Birthday.”
No. It’s your birthday.
Dear Lord, kill me now.
