I got a text message from my friend today. I’ll call him Steve (because that’s his name.)
He said he really enjoyed seeing me the other day and if I wanted to see him again, he would drive to me. Maybe he could show me that lake I live near. (I need to get out more.)
What the hell am I going to do? I can’t have him at my house or in my house. I temporarily forgot my angst when I texted him back and said “sure. Give me a call.” I am a fucking idiot.
It’s not fear of him. I know that. It’s not fear of some fucking Tarot cards. I know that too. It’s not fear that we might (in another universe where time had fractured and I had turned into a blithering idiot who had learned nothing) start a relationship. I know that.
I do know that if I am in a relationship with a man for ninety days and if it is suspected that we have “co-habitated”, my alimony will go away. Isn’t that just the shit? Loser could fuck any and everything that circled him like a bitch in heat and shack up with that WTC while we were still married but suffer NO consequences.
I used to joke that if I ever did find a “boyfriend”, I would let him hang around for 89 days and then tell him to hit the road…for a day. Then he could come back and the calendar would start again. The law is the law and 89 isn’t 90.
Maybe I’ll just tell him I need to mow my and my neighbors’ lawns (which is true.) I could tell him I use clippers and snip every individual blade of grass…so it might take me a couple of months.
Maybe I just won’t answer the phone. Maybe I’ll change my number.