Kelly Smith Weblog Aficionado: Just a guy vs. Life

 

She suggested we get a joint bank account three months after our first date. I was hesitant...I told her that it was too soon.  Before she abruptly hung up from the Facetime Video she said, "You aren't ready to be in a relationship."  I was in my apartment 87 miles away.  Being me, not wanting to argue, I did not call back...for 6 days.  She texted me the morning of the 7th day and asked if I was interested in talking.  I was...because I loved her despite the sinking feeling that her idiosyncrasies were actually deal breakers for me.  And...I had realized  on day 3, I had left my deceased father's wristwatch and my XBOX in her living room on my last visit.  In month four I was trying to get in touch with my daughter, and opined about her current living arrangements.  Later that evening we argued about something trivial and our argument jumped the chasm from the immediate subject, to how she was not going to be party for me to chase after my "...

 Drinking bourbon, as of late, has been an attempt at an antidote for the blues that I feel.  That’s progress I suppose.  It used to be the cause.

Very few relationships are all good. Very few are all bad. And one way or another all relationships will end. Because none of us last forever.

And once again...melancholia.

Well, this thing is still here....and so am I.  Albeit rarely. Facebook killed the personal blog site star...