The CrapMan, A Pumpkin and Random Ramblings

I heard from CrapMan over the weekend.  Only text messages, but here they are, exactly the way I received them … The <crickets chirping> is my way of saying I did not respond to him.  At all.

So did you talk to Ex-Girlfriend?

<crickets chirping>

Well I hope you remember that when you were so in love with Dick that you were messing around with me.

<crickets chirping> 

So thanks for messing up my relationship with the person I love.

<crickets chirping>

And by the way, you knew my relationship.  You knew what you were getting yourself into. So if you got hurt it’s your own fault.

<crickets chirping>

I had to laugh when these were coming in.  The man lies so much he doesn’t know fact from fiction anymore.  I NEVER “messed around” with him while I was with Dick.  I was so head over heels for Dick that the thought of kissing or touching another man simply wasn’t a possibility for me!  And then, to blame ME for messing up HIS relationship!  *laugh* Yes yes, CrapMan clearly it’s my fault.  Never mind the fact that you’ve been lying to her for months on end, if not more. Wow … it was certainly entertaining reading these text messages, to say the least.

The good news here is that in talking with Ex-Girlfriend, she told him to stay away from her, and that if he showed up?  She was going to beat the shit out of him.  This made me laugh and I told her … Girl, you already have one asshole.  You don’t need another.  Good for you! 

Why is it, when you decide you’re not going to date anyone, take some time for you, that someone comes along and is just a … Pumpkin?  He makes you laugh, he is cute and he has a great sense of humor?  HMM? Doesn’t it just figure?  And when he asked me out for a drink, I paused and thought of my Not Dating rule, and smiled.  I shook my head at myself, and told him … “I’d love to.”  Heh.

I had a good weekend.  Emilee was home, and because of the chicken pox we were sort of homebound.  But I set up the sprinkler for her, we drew on the sidewalk, went for a bike ride, took MoonDoggie for walks, and cleaned a bit around the house.  My daughter LOVES to clean the toilets.  That can entertain her for a good ten minutes on each toilet. 

I love my bed.  Some nights, it feels damn good.

IrishMan, this past Saturday, informed me he was lonely.  I asked, jokingly, if he missed me.  His response? “Hmm, let me think … carry the 7 …  ah ok, so YES!”  And I had to laugh.  Why must he live so far away?  Life is funny.