Summer romances are always a good time. I suppose the reason they are called summer flings is because they are short lived. Another one goes down the drain in my book. Swooshing around every so rapidly trying to find its way to the bowels of the waste system. Flush, flush good-bye.
I reconnected with an old colleague about 6 weeks ago. Randomly. Hadn't seen the fellow in 13 years and out of the blue he pops back into my life. We actually went to college together but didn't become friends until later.
In 1998 we started new jobs together after college.
In 1999 he moved to DC.
In 2002 I moved to San Fran.
In 2003 I moved back to Dallas.
In 2004 I moved back to San Fran.
In 2006 he moved to Dallas.
In 2007 I moved to DC.
In 2009 I moved back to Dallas.
In 2012 at a dinner table in downtown Dallas we met again.
And have been casually hanging out ever since.
June 2012, he moved to Austin.
There you have my luck.
He's gone.
It was always casual.
I never let myself go there knowing he would move.
I never spoke a word about it to him.
It was always just casual.
I never spoke a word about it to him.
It was always just casual.
The universe is out to get me.
The dating Gods hate me.
He's not even bat shit cray-cray like some of my more recent dates.
He actually has a brain.
And never stood me up.
Or went MIA mid-date and left me with the tab and a sob story.
He doesn't care about the emblem on his car.
And wears matching clothes.
With a belt.
Doesn't have a cat.
And makes me laugh.
But he's gone now.
Our short fling is over.
I'm debating on whether I am sad or not.
Mostly the career keeps me in check with little time to gallivant around town.
So, I will cough this little time up to a nice 6 weeks.
And hope one day I can find someone more permanent.
And funny.
With matching socks.
