In an effort to expedite this day, I decided to write a blog. I can't think of anything relevant to say at the moment.
The Creature returned to work today. Same old shit though. Still stinks, still has the longer- than- any- woman- I’ve- ever- seen finger nails. Still has the hair. There is a good part of me that wishes so much that I could take a picture of him. The other part of me feels like he might steal my soul if I do.
My dad came over last night. This was the first time I’ve seen him in well over nine months. He seemed a bit fucked up, but that’s ok, I was fucked up too. We talked about the shows they have on cable tv now. We also talked about the Asshole.
My dad’s perspective on the shenanigans from Thursday night:
TF: “I understand where you’re coming from but I also see his side. He wanted to finish his project.”
JF: “I know that. That’s fine. But why couldn’t he have given me a warning like, ‘ Dude I’m going to be working on some stuff so maybe we should hang out later or bring a book?’ I know that I over-reacted. But I think that’s because he frustrates me so bad. He doesn’t seem like he’s interested in me.”
TF: “I always re-evaluate my relationships 90 days in. If we’re still dating because the sex is good but everything else sucks, then there’s no reason to go on. A woman I took on a date once said, ‘My toaster has a longer warranty.’”
He was empathetic. I actually saw more emotion come out of him than I have in a long time. I feel bad comparing him to the Asshole, and vice versa. My dad has feelings where as the Asshole has none.
**Final Thought**
To kick this “break- up hangover”, I’m going to start hanging out with my guy friends again.
