Yesterday could not have been a more hellacious day. I spent all day at work trying to put out fires. Not literal fires, but people-acting-like-idiots fires. I also have a major project due at the end of the week, but I am still waiting on other people to get me their information. So I ran around yesterday begging people to please, please, please have it to me by Thursday morning. I hate having to hound people, but I requested this information three weeks ago! What happened to common courtesy in the workplace? Some other stuff blew up at work yesterday, but I'm not going to get into it. It'll only get my blood pressure up again.
After work, I went to my yoga class. Then stopped for a pizza on the way home. Yeah, way to blow my yoga session, but I really, really needed some comfort food yesterday. I got home, settled into my comfy pj pants, curled up on the couch with my pizza and season six of NCIS. I was a happy camper. About 8:30, my phone rang. It was Mr. Enigmatic. He was in town all day for business and had just gotten out of a business dinner or he would have called me sooner. He wanted to know if I could meet him for a drink or something so we could talk. I agreed even though I was slightly annoyed by his request. (I'm one of those people that once I'm in for the evening, I'm in. Only certain things (emergencies, death, acts of God) or the right person (family, my best friends) can get me out of the house once I've changed into my comfy pj pants. I guess I'm just homebody (or a witch) that way.)
Anyway, I changed into some jeans and pulled my now nasty, yoga-fied hair into a pony tail. I met Mr. Enigmatic at a local restaurant that has a decent bar (good atmosphere plus privacy). He thanked me for coming since he was pretty sure this was the only chance he'd get to see me this week. We chit chatted for a few minutes then got down to the nitty gritty. He said that he really liked me, but was afraid he wasn't going to be able to see me much. I told him I completely understood. I said that I had been thinking about his situation and had wondered if maybe he didn't need to focus on his mom instead of dating right now.
He pondered that for a minute then changed the subject. We chit chatted a little more then, with a very sad face, he finally said he knew I was right. He just didn't want me to be. He's to the point where he knows his mom is never going to get better, but he's afraid he'll never get a chance at his own life because of it. He realizes that until they can get his mom's 'mood swings' under control, she's going to be the dominant factor in his life. I told him he was a really good son and person. I also told him that I'd like to be there for him as a friend. That it might help to have someone to talk to who is kind of an outsider to his whole situation. He said he'd like that.
So it was a friendly parting. I don' t know if I'll ever hear from him again, but if I do that's okay, too. I wish him happiness and that someday, he'll be able to live life on his terms.
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