Abstinence

Lately, my life has been a story of misfires.

I scheduled TWO dates with one guy and they BOTH got cancelled the day of.

And then there was another date where the guy told me he was too sick to show up 2 hours before we were supposed to meet.

Now he’s trying to reschedule, and I’m not feeling that generous.

The other guy?

The one who cancelled twice?

Well, he sent me a string a very sexy text messages which makes me think that if I DO reschedule with him, it better be after my abstinence stint is OVER.

I do not think I can trust him to not make a move.

Furthermore, I believe that if he does make a move, I will be helpless to resist.

Remember that I am voraciously hungry right now.

They say that the universe doesn’t give you want you WANT, it gives you what you NEED and right now, I guess I need to be alone.

No dates.

No temptation.

Just me and my solo act.

Ahem.

With the way the universe is working itself out for me, I wouldn’t be surprised if The Swede doesn’t make it to California in December.

Because he’s my loop hole.

My get out of jail card.

My hall pass lover.

I’m not attached to any outcome however.

I’m too old and I’ve learned too much to hold on tightly to what I want to have happen.

If it happens, nice.

If it doesn’t, too bad.

I believe in the wisdom of the universe and what it’s handing out to me right now is EXACTLY what I need.

Abstinence.

For my baby…

Gavin and MichelleMy youngest son has been having intestinal problems – mainly pain located in the right middle quadrant of his abdomen.

Poor baby!

He’s pretty much diagnosed himself with a ventral hernia because every time there’s pain, a little alien pops out of his abdomen and announces itself.

My son was in the E.R. the other night, getting it checked out and they found nothing.

But they did an ultrasound.

My son was hoping that the ultrasound tech would turn to him and say, “Well, it looks like you’re having a girl. . .” but no such luck.

The tech obviously did not have the same sense of humor as my son.

Anyway, analysis of the ultrasound has turned up “sludge” in my son’s liver.

I’m not exactly sure what “sludge” is but it’s not good because my son now needs to go in for more tests.

Theoretically, this could mean he has gall bladder problems that haven’t coalesced into gall stones.

That’s the good scenario.

In any case, I’m not much of one for prayers, but I’m asking for a little help here.

Send good thoughts our way and pray for a simple resolution to this health scare.

He’s an amazing kid and I want him to be happy and healthy and enjoying his life, not worrying about surgery, illness, or abdominal pain.

My mom’s not doing too great either with a possible breast cancer scare and so things are tense at the house as we wait for medical results to come in.

Good thoughts, all around!

Thanks!

To hot tub or not?

Today, I was invited to go hot tubbing with Jeep at Watercourse Way in Palo Alto.

Let me set the scene for you.

I’ve been sick for the past 3 days.  Jeep has come over and kept me company for two of those days, putting up with my Jimmy Durante voice, my runny nose, and my endless complaints.

All with a smile.

And a scalp massage.

Yes, I laid my head on him and he proceeded to give me a 30 minute scalp massage.

OMG AMAZING!

While I was complaining about being sick, I happened to mention that I wish I had a hot tub to sit in to help cook this bug out of me.

So of course Jeep arranges for a hot tub for me.  But not just any hot tub… a hot tub ROOM in Watercourse Way complete with steam, sauna, cold plunge, and… gulp… bed

Now, I’ve been to Watercourse Way twice before.  And both times I hit home runs in those hot tub rooms.  There’s something about me and water that just turns me into a complete wanton woman.

I told Austin 1 (and here and here) about my invitation.

“Oh dear.  I might get laid,” I pointed out.

“I hope so!  I think you’re going to explode if not,” he replied.

So what do I do?

Well, at first I declined the invitation.  Then I realized I was declining the invitation for the wrong reasons and I’d actually love to sit in a hot tub with a friend and relax.

So I accepted the invitation.

I’m taking bets on whether or not I’ll be naked or wearing a swimsuit.

What’s your vote?