I have a lingering thought in the back of my brain that I need to text the Cowboy. Not anything traumatic, but I feel like the karmic dating gods are going to come back to haunt me if I’m not an adult with my dating.
My most recent thoughts are that I don’t owe anyone an explanation after one date, but on the other hand, he is a really nice guy who did take me to lunch.
Maybe he does deserve to at least know it’s not something he did, but that I’m the one who doesn’t quite know what I want. I do know I’m not interested in him, but beyond that I’m not quite sure I guess.
Not to mention I am having a good time with the wine guy, and we’ve established it’s not fair to any of the guys if I’m dating more than one at the same time.. it’s not like I’m on the Bachelorette for goodness sake.
I put it in the back of my brain… for the bazillionth time and get on with my busy day.
First on the checklist… off to get my new favorite cup of iced coffee.
I hopped in the car and immediately put the top down, and cranked the Jack Johnson… and I was off for a spiritual awakening.
Ok, so it wasn’t quite that transformational, but I have to say there is nothing quite like a car ride with the top down and good music to clear my head and boost my mood. The coffee doesn’t hurt either.
I’m obsessed with this coffee. There is something about it that I can’t put my finger on. At first I thought it was a hint of vanilla, today I’m almost convinced it’s a hint of orange. Whatever it is… it’s like crack!
Every time I go in to get one I try to garner one more hint about what makes it so delicious. Today I told the clerk this was my newest weekend indulgence and I’m addicted to it… he said ‘oh yeah we put coke in it’.
I immediately perked up… ‘what? what was that?’ He must have thought I was offended because he backed away and got really quiet ‘I’m just kidding’ he said. At that point I realized what he said and I laughed…. and I think he understood.
On the way home I had a moment where I wanted to escape. Maybe it was the Jack Johnson combined with the cool breeze and the bright sun, or it could have been my subconscious telling me I need to be near the water, but there was this moment of wanting to be living on an island somewhere.
I don’t know what causes it but it seeps into my brain every now and then. Once again I’m going with the only time will tell theory of how my life will play out.
I may end up feeling this way the rest of my life when I feel stressed and in need of a vacation, or I could end up throwing it all away and living on the beach.
I opt for chucking it and living on the beach…. braiding hair… making cocktails and renting boogie boards to tourists.