I completely ripped myself away from the computer this weekend because I fear that I may have caused a family intervention. I admit it I am addicted to the internet now that we have the cable modem. It's like the internet on speed on Ramona. Anyway, I decided that I better not even look at the computer this weekend so instead I cleaned like I was on speed. I think I must be obsessive compulsive because whenever I start something I just have to keep doing it till I have perfected it, which of course takes several tries.
Yesterday was the strangest day of the weekend – ok since my house was spotless from speed cleaning, I agreed to go to the bookstore with my neurotic family who typically mortify me with their uncontrolled, eccentric, often insane public behavior. But hey, I’ve been known to perpetuate masochistic behavior in the past so this is nothing new and I had nothing else to do. So, as I am sitting at the table in the Calypso Café with my five year old son who can’t tear himself away from the Unity Monkey he picked out and my silly mother with her mile high stack of art books – most of which she already has in her art library at home but just can’t remember what she already has, I am approached by Bob. Bob is a guy I went to college with, he is probably ten years older then I and never seemed an iota attracted to me in the last three and a half years, but strangely enough he felt compelled to sit at the table with us for over an hour. After being subjected to my mothers silly rants and my sons hyperactive activities with the Unity Monkey - my daughter and step dad finally show up from shopping and Bob proceeds to ask me out to the movies in front of my whole family – total shock, most people are ready for their lobotomy after spending an hour in such a setting. Of course I had to tell him that I have a boyfriend but would not mind being friends and staying in touch. This made me realize that there are people out there who are more masochistic than myself.
A few hours later having not heard from my bf since Friday night, I was starting to clean again. And my cell rang and the man on the other end proceeded to have me guess who he was, I was like “Bob?, No., Mark?, No., Matt?, No., Andy? It’s about time!” It was Andy, I never hear from Andy – this guy was the best friend of my psycho-ex (kids deadbeat-dad), I was so much on the rebound when I fell for Andy and that was like six years ago –
now he’s calling me – apparently he is moving and wants to stay in touch – which is interesting since he’s been
here all along and failed to stay in touch. I didn’t think he gave a crap about me anyway, but apparently he does.
Finally, Matt calls and it’s like I am talking to myself for 45 minutes because he’s engrossed in his video game which he’s been playing non-stop all weekend. My sister says the universe it trying to tell me that there are more fish in the sea. But, like I said I’m a masochist and I love my strawberry cheesecake-milkshake-video-game addicted jr. high sweetheart.