Cuz I'm Just That Flippin' Lucky!

I know a lot of people complain about Mondays. I'm not trying to jump on the bandwagon here or anything but my day was...interesting...to say the least. First of all while I'm at lunch I get another email from Mr. No Show. Tells me he's playing basketball and working and staying out trouble. I tell him I'm glad to hear it. He writes back and says he never got the package I told him I would send. I said I didn't send it because I didn't think he would want it. He says he's been waiting for it. I tell him I still have it but didn't think it would have much meaning anymore. But if he still wants it, it's his.

Talk to a few new dudes yesterday online. Mo, CF and BigBoi. CF was nice but something was off that I just couldn't put my finger on. For once I decide to listen to my instincts. He asks for my number and I say no but that we can chat on messenger if he wants. Mo is cool but just got out of a 10 year marriage. Will have to feel out if he's looking for a rebound or what the story is. Bigboi cracks me up. He's 8 years older though. Not a huge deal but something I keep in the back of my mind.

I go to leave work with a co-worker and lo and fucking behold, the same elevator stops in the same place with me in it on my 2nd consecutive work day. Are you kidding me?! How does this happen? The upside is this time I have someone to talk to and it didn't take 50 minutes. Only 35 this time. Woot woot! But still, what are the odds of this? Not good, I'm sure. I'm like a freak of elevator nature apparently. They finally get us out and I've missed my appointments I was planning to attend to after work. Such is life. Head home and jump online while I'm making dinner. A few texts with Mason but nothing worth writing about. CF starts hitting me on messenger and I'm realizing he repeats himself a lot. I'm about to tell him I have to go because I need to make dinner and he says "It's really cool of you to talk to me even though I have a brain injury." Huh? So he starts on this rant...and I mean RANT...telling me all about his accident and how he was prior to and how he is now and asking me if I heard about it when I was in college and on and on and on. I don't say anything but the occassional "wow" or "sorry to hear that", etc. Thirty minutes later he's still going on and on about how they told him he wouldn't walk and he did and people are so mean to people with a brain injury and what not. So here I am, listening to my ground beef burn on the stove, wanting desperately to save it and eat it but I'm stuck on the computer with someone I have lost any semblence of interest in and I can't get off because he's going to think it's because of the brain injury and it's not. It's because he hasn't asked anything about me and it's a real turn off when someone dumps their entire life story/tragedy on you the first day you start talking and makes it the longest story ever. I tell him I'm sorry to cut him short (which I'm by NO means doing) but that my dinner is burning and I have to go. I decide to sign off for the night and this morning I have 4 new emails from him telling me how cool I am and how great it is that I am not biased towards brain injured people and that he knew he was going to meet someone as awesome as me yesterday. Dude. Haven't written him back yet. Not sure what to say. Why do I feel guilty? It would've been the same if he had been going on and on about a divorce or an ex or his car. Ugh. I have to think on this one.

Emailing and messenging with BigBoi all morning. He's a Dolphins fan but I'm trying not to hold that against him. Come to find out he worked in the same building as me up until 2 weeks ago. I'm wracking my brain to think if I have seen him around or not.

Got a few texts from Teej. (The one I met at the same time as Mr. No Show back in the day). We still talk once every few months. Just friends but it's nice to hear from him from time to time. And I know if I ever needed to break open the emergency booty call, he would definitely come running and help me out. He's fun like that. Hopefully I won't have to anytime soon but one can never tell.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that I found out the boys are still here with Von. They never left in August like they were supposed to. They are now planning to depart with their mother in two weeks. How could he not let me see them all these months? What the hell is wrong with that guy? Don't answer that. We don't have that much time. Livid. Livid. Livid.