So I haven't been around much lately, and I'm feeling pretty ick about some stuff right now and maybe sharing will be cathartic. Probably not, but here goes anyway.

So some of you'll remember I broke up with m long term significant other at the beginning of the summer, and promptly met a guitarist from NY state. He's a very nice guy, and we hit it off, and I visited him twice.

The first time I went (July 4th), the friend (I'll call her Melinda) who introduced us was keen on my staying with Guitar Guy at first. Then she started in on "my reputation" if I spent the weekend with him--although, seeing as I'm not in high school anymore, I wasn't too worried about my reputation. I was on the fence. But then she had family come in to stay with her, so I had to stay with Guitar Guy anyway--and it was quite nice, really.

The second time I went was the end of August, and the friend who introduced us and I were supposed to go to a concert. Well, a relative of hers died early in the month, and so she canceled the concert. Didn't make much sense, but I said ok, whatever. So I made plans to do stuff with Guitar Guy. Then Melinda decided that we should go to the concert after all, as well as spend the rest of the weekend together. Now, I am not one to break plans, so I said to her that I would go to the concert, but not break the rest of my plans with Guitar Guy. She had a fit, and revoked my invitation to the concert. After several conversations, I convinced her that we should go to the concert, then I'd spend the rest of the weekend with Guitar Guy. The weekend went off without further intrigue.

Then, on Labor Day weekend, a mutual (male) friend of Melinda's and mine asked to come visit me. I'm not one to hide things,so I told Guitar Guy, and he freaked. He actually told me he was going to buy a plane ticket and fly in to visit me that same weekend, purely out of jealousy. I flat out told him...NO. You're NOT going to do that. Long argument short, I got him to back off. I mentioned this craziness to Melinda, who at first was super supportive and amazed at the crazy jealousy thing...and SHE freaked, because, as I found out later, she had a thing for the mutual friend. And then SHE says she's going to buy a plane ticket and fly in to see me for the weekend. I said NO, and finally convinced her that it would be silly. (Seriously, I think there's something in the water in that area of NY state....) The mutual friend and I had a great, platonic weekend. No harm, no foul.

Well, then over the past few weeks, I've been seeing the cracks in the relationship between Guitar Guy and me. The distance is a bitch. He's not terribly happy in his life, and I can't fix his problems for him. We're not really that compatible in our tastes and activities. Just a bunch of little things that add up to not going anywhere fast.

So I broke it off on Monday. I really hadn't talked to him since then...until I get a voice mail today. "Hey, f-foxy, this is Guitar Guy. Call me back, it's kind of important...."

So I bite. And guess what? He tells me....he bought a plane ticket and is coming TONIGHT. UM, NO. In fact, that's exactly what I told him. NO, you're not. I don't like surprises, and I don't like feeling forced into things, and how the hell could he even be sure that I would be home? Frigging insane. 2 hour phone call and much crying later, he's staying home, and I think (I hope to god) that this insane drama is all over and I can go back to being boring again.

Is this what dating is like? Holy shit. I think I'm going to hibernate for the winter.

Until you find new no drama people to let into your life.


Maybe I should buy a plane ticket and fly down there so you can get this damn left contact out of my eye!

Make sure there are batteries in your camera. If he shows up naked wrapped in saran wrap on your doorstep, I want pictures.

Lol @ both of you

Thanks for making me crack a smile--I need that right now!

Don't sweat it, whore.

You're definately better off without the insecure, jealous people. Could you imagine dealing with that for the rest of your life? Ugh.

Well really, just think of it like Jiggy said "The.....rest....of....your....life!" That should make you want to nip that in the bud for good.

Jiggy, I think you may be one of the only people on the planet who can make me feel better by calling me whore

I find a jar of peanut butter and a bag of chocolate chips is a great antidote to a high drama phone conversation.

A crunch wrap supreme and a venti mocha frapuccino with whole milk and whipped cream is always a good call, too. It's hard to feel sad when your serotonin reuptake receivers are so clogged with sugar and grease that your eyes change colors.