Ewa (gf) has now become my ex gf.
Jeanie (ex gf) has buried the hatchet and we have been talking.
I met a woman at Starbucks last week who kept looking my way and, when we made eye contact, knocked my socks off. I told her so. She smiled and blushed a bit and said thank you. I didn't ask her name or number. My mistake. I keep going back around the same time to see if she is there but to no avail. I guess if it is meant to be it will happen. That's just what I need is another frickin relationship. It's like a curse. When I am in one, I want out. ...but I continually start new ones like it's some sort of drug that I can't get enough of. Maybe I'm an addict. I've been told that I am the classic "Hunter" mentality. ...that I like the hunt and that once I have my prey I lose interest. I hope that is not the case. I would prefer that I like the romance and the seduction and the fun of a relationship, but the baggage drives me away. Who knows. I certainly don't.
Oh snap. I have a bag of whoppers on my desk :-d . They go great with coffee. Maybe I'll run to Starbucks around 8:55 CST, ....you know .... just to get some coffee.