Alone Time

Ray called from the airport while I was en-route back to Bisbee.  I was returning from a meeting in Phoenix with two fellow IT peeps.  He told me his flight was delayed for an hour.  When he called back a short time later, he told me the flight was now delayed for two hours. 

He’s still there–in Chicago I mean–not at the airport.

We figured it would be best for him to return to Cathy’s place for the night.  (Thanks Cathy!)  I was looking forward to his return.  It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen him. 

Most of the time when we’re apart, it’s just for a couple of days.  It’s kind of nice to have some alone time but after a short period, I’m ready for some not-alone time.  Some most people who know me may find this hard to believe but…I can only take so much of myself! 

Alone time for me is like a fast and furious fling (say that ten times fast) with some guy.  At first I’m totally into it.  I’m in my own domain.  It’s all about me and my thoughts.  I can do whatever I want and I enjoy my own company.  On the end of the second day it’s kind of like “Oh look!  Yeah! Cool. Here I am……again.”  By the fourth day it’s “OK so…it’s me…all…alone here…with just me”

At this point I’m about to break up with myself.

My last post said that I could quit things with ease.  Cigarettes and alcohol–no problem.  I guess I was wrong ’cause I’m really jonesing for my man.  I don’t think I could quit him.