I was in love. Madly, deeply, wildly. For a long time. I just KNEW in my heart and soul that HE WAS THE ONE I had been waiting for my whole life. I mean, all the signs were there, everything was spot on. For ME. OMG! He was handsome, a guitar player and a magic man. Swoon! He was an asshole too but by goddess I was okay with it! He was a little (A LOT) gun shy and after a year of spending nearly every day with me he finally told me he wasn't in love with me.
I moved on with my life. I didn't brood. But I didn't date. He was still on my mind every day. I kept up with my daily life. I took care of me. I got a job. I went out with my friends. I did all the right things. No moping.
I made peace with it. I spent four months mending my wounds and telling myself that I had read the signs all wrong, that even sometimes when the signs are all correct that still we can NOT be meant for each other. I had finally come to terms with the fact that I was okay and he was okay and all was finally right with the world again.
In a moment of weakness (this is hindsight talking because in the moment I felt empowered) I contacted him.
Looking back, I might have been feeling a little cocky, a little arrogant and maybe, if I'm honest, just a tad needy for some male attention. I had, unfortunately, begun a recent flirtation with someone that amounted to a pile of feathers. In other words, a bunch of fluff. It was a nomance. I had, as usual, built something up in this wild imagination of mine. I mean, my mind is glorious, but waaaaay more suited to creating blockbuster cinema than practical relationships! I had, for a few days, been so relieved not to be thinking of HIM, that I got caught off guard...
On with my story...
I contacted Mr. Not My Door...
Oh, a mere two weeks after deciding he was not in love with me, and after I had ungraciously banished him from my life for not being in love with me, he had called me. I not only hung up on him, I called him back and told him to stop calling me. Little did I know he had been calling to confess that he had, indeed, FALLEN. IN. LOVE. WITH. ME.
Oh I was flying high on top of love mountain!
Until he started crying. ????? Whatever is the matter my one true love?
He now has a girlfriend.
My stomach nearly concaved into itself (oh I wish).
Is this not the stuff of a flapping Danielle Steele novel? I couldn't make this up if I tried!
I really wish the BIG Universe would quit messing around with me. This was one lousy joke to play on me. I am the Queen of Hearts and this was just not a very nice play of cards to be dealt.
Okay. That's enough of that pity party for a night. (resiliency, resiliency, resiliency she repeats to herself over and over and over. rubber bisquit)
I saw this post on the book of faces today:
There are NO coincidences.
I shouldn't have contacted Mr. Not My Door. My bad. I banged me noggin and the Big U just gave me another layer of rubber to wrap around it. Thank you, Sir, may I 'ave another?
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And here is my door prize:
