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If We Ever Meet Again
This morning I head to Vegas. (Stop rolling your eyes at me!) This trip has been on tap since February...when the kids and I went to Supercross and--upon hearing the location--quickly decided we should go to the finals in Vegas (this presented the perfect opportunity to plan a road trip to see Vegas Boy). I wish I could say I was still high from the exhaust fumes the next morning when I bought the 4 tickets--but we all know I wasn't. Theoretically Vegas Boy should have met my kids by this point...but that hasn't happened for obvious reasons. So now I have a problem. The right thing to do is to see if Vegas Boy still wants to come with us since that was the original plan (which Vegas Boy was well aware of)....so I extended the invitation to him a couple weeks ago. Of course I wanted him to accept...but as soon as he did I felt nothing but dread. I don't want to see him again. I honestly have no desire to spend an evening making awkward conversation with him while drool pours out of my mouth--or worse yet having my children witness this horror! I am OVER wanting someone who doesn't want me. I have spent the last month avoiding his phone calls. I would sometimes even avoid listening to my voicemail for days at a time because I didn't want to hear his voice. I was doing all I could to keep that door firmly shut. Part of me was even hoping he'd flake out and not be able to go to Supercross. 
No such luck. He called several days ago and asked if he could take me and the kids out to dinner tonight (are you fucking kidding me??). I agreed to dinner plans but I am less than enthusiastic about it. I can't comprehend how he thinks this is a good idea. I guess it is too much to hope for that he will flake out on dinner AND Supercross...or get hit by a bus. I need to focus on the positive. I am going to spend 2 days at the Mandalay Bay pool surrounded by hot (shirtless) guys and I happen to look really good right now--I am amazingly close to being in the best shape of my life (I am only 2 short of a 6 pack)...I have the perfect early summer tan...my skin looks great...and I have been experiencing an exceptional number of good hair days. So, Vegas Boy, if we ever meet again--THIS is what you are missing out on!
This morning I head to Vegas. (Stop rolling your eyes at me!) This trip has been on tap since February...when the kids and I went to Supercross and--upon hearing the location--quickly decided we should go to the finals in Vegas (this presented the perfect opportunity to plan a road trip to see Vegas Boy). I wish I could say I was still high from the exhaust fumes the next morning when I bought the 4 tickets--but we all know I wasn't. Theoretically Vegas Boy should have met my kids by this point...but that hasn't happened for obvious reasons. So now I have a problem. The right thing to do is to see if Vegas Boy still wants to come with us since that was the original plan (which Vegas Boy was well aware of)....so I extended the invitation to him a couple weeks ago. Of course I wanted him to accept...but as soon as he did I felt nothing but dread. I don't want to see him again. I honestly have no desire to spend an evening making awkward conversation with him while drool pours out of my mouth--or worse yet having my children witness this horror! I am OVER wanting someone who doesn't want me. I have spent the last month avoiding his phone calls. I would sometimes even avoid listening to my voicemail for days at a time because I didn't want to hear his voice. I was doing all I could to keep that door firmly shut. Part of me was even hoping he'd flake out and not be able to go to Supercross. 
No such luck. He called several days ago and asked if he could take me and the kids out to dinner tonight (are you fucking kidding me??). I agreed to dinner plans but I am less than enthusiastic about it. I can't comprehend how he thinks this is a good idea. I guess it is too much to hope for that he will flake out on dinner AND Supercross...or get hit by a bus. I need to focus on the positive. I am going to spend 2 days at the Mandalay Bay pool surrounded by hot (shirtless) guys and I happen to look really good right now--I am amazingly close to being in the best shape of my life (I am only 2 short of a 6 pack)...I have the perfect early summer tan...my skin looks great...and I have been experiencing an exceptional number of good hair days. So, Vegas Boy, if we ever meet again--THIS is what you are missing out on!
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