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This Shit Ain't a Fairy Tale

... the continuing misadventures of me trying to live happily ever after...


 


 


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2009-10-19
9:37 PM

Tuesday, September 8: Liquids.

 

Tuesday, September 8

I woke up the next morning wondering if he had really said what I thought he had said… he was going to ride to the funeral with me?

I bumped around, getting ready for the gym, and noticed that he had left the water I had given to him. See he goes to a water store (and no, I don’t know what that is). Apparently he takes an empty container and they fill it up. We were supposed to sometime when we were out the day before (Labor Day) but we never got around to it with all the eating, all the shopping and all the ‘napping’. So when he had left the night before I told him to take one of the gallons of water I had.

[For the record, I am a stocked-up kind of gal. Today, if you came to my home and asked me for something to drink you would be offered: orange juice, cranberry juice, apple juice, grapefruit juice, two different kinds of seven-up, cherry pepsi, diet tea, diet orange crush, milk, chocolate milk, coffee, tea, cider, and water – along with sangria, whiskey, cognac, and two kinds of different beers (I don’t even drink beer!). The word ‘thirsty’ does not exist in my home.]
So anyway, I had given him some water but he’d forgotten it. On my way out to the gym I left the water on his doorstep, with a note taped to it, thanking him for the lovely day and telling him:
“I. Am. Falling. For. You.”
:::

When I left for work the water was still there, but I knew no one else was going to take it. He sent me a text early telling me he had forgotten the water.

“Look outside your door,” I answered.
I went home early that day. I don’t even remember why. Probably just wanted to get out of work. Or maybe I had a nail appointment. I just know that he sent me a text saying that he had called me at work.
Mia: On my way home. How are you?

Glenn: You had an early day?

Mia: Yeah, I thought I told you…

Glenn: I must have forgotten.

We did a little more chit chatting that day before deciding that we would spend the night together the next night.

At his place.


       


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