Well, well, well. . . I have learned something tonight. That sometimes being sarcastic doesn’t translate well through texting. I also had to admit that it is pretty darn hard to write a post now that I know that he reads this. Knowing your mom reads your blog? Well, that is a lot easier, since she tends to keep her mouth shut and doesn’t comment.
But to get feedback from QB? Heart races and then I start to cringe. I think but am not 100% sure, that my post about cads might have been interpreted the wrong way. We all have our bad habits, ones that we break but from time to time, slip up and repeat. But I have to say, the whole bad boy thing has been broken for awhile. It is one of those habits that I know will leave me in a sobbing, heartbreaking mess, so why go there.
Hence not really dating much since the boy. It is hard to talk about past relationships with anyone other than your closest girlfriends. And meeting up with QB for a drink and to catch up didn’t seem like the time nor place to delve into my horrible taste in men. He has dealt with a lot too in the past, but that is not my story to tell, so I will keep that out of here.
But blogging sometimes allows the reader to put together an opinion on a posting that is far from the truth. And sometimes it is a manual on how not to do things.
In truth, talking to him tonight while he was heading home was nice. It also made me want to put him under my wing and take care of him. A habit that while nice, needs to be harnessed. This is not about him but me. But for now, I will just say, damn, you are making it difficult to blog because sometimes you just pop up in the story. Thanks for making me laugh and especially getting me to see that sometimes Chattanooga can be an okay place to be at.
But mom, that doesn’t mean I have changed my mind. . .so don’t start thinking that this place is growing on me like the kudzu.