The morning found me miles away with still a million things to say

OK, now I am getting suspicious that the Otter is reading these entries. Why? There is a strange tendency of his to email me the day after I post messages pertaining to me having not heard from him for a while and doubting I will again.

Got a very cute, short, sweet message from him today that he was thinking about me, even though his life is very super busy at the moment. It was really nice to hear from him and made me giddy for the rest of the afternoon.

...where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes

First off: Colin never showed. No calls, nothing. I'm out the cost of Blueman tickets, but I gave them to a friend and his wife as an early anniversary present. I hope they actually used them. I miss Otter something fierce right now. I just saw some recent photos of him from this past week-end and was told a cute story by a friend who saw him face to face. The suspicion is that he is at least slightly wistful about long red hair--which I have. I enjoy the very slight possibility that he may be wistful about me and miss me a smidge. Since I haven't heard from him either, well...I don't know.

I don't count on it.

Why am I posting then? Stupidity probably. Venting mainly. Venting about how cyclical life is and how stupid some people are in that life. Cyclical because some people come back when you least expect them.

This Pennsic was very strange for me. The joke was that my tent needed a revolving door--it did not. However, I had, at last count, six suitors. Only two were fully accepted, and only one of those for just a very short time. The reason things exploded for me? Well, strange circumstances, mainly. The Otter was total dumb luck, so I do not count him in this next set of statements.

I went to Pennsic desparate to find something or, more correctly, someone to keep my mind off of Glenn. Yes, Glenn. Glenn who was going to Pennsic with the stated goal of seeing me and talking to me. I told him I did not wish to talk with him. I told him I wanted to avoid such a situation. I felt that, if I found someone to distract myself with, they could provide a double-barrier.

I did see Glenn. He ended up being camped very close to me--too close for my comfort. Whenever he was nearby, my Spidey-sense tingled and I could pinpoint him--even when all that was visible was a tall figure in a burgundy striped tunic. When I last saw him, it was while eating dinner with a campmate in the foodcourt area. She and I were discussing the two weeks we had and, when I looked up, I made eyecontact with Glenn. He smiled and took a few steps to approach. I frowned/scowled, and then returned my attention to my campmate. Glenn stopped, turned, and walked back to his friends...leaving the area a minute or two later. I figured he understood that contact was not welcome.

I was wrong. I got email from him today. *sigh* I don't know if he is just persistent or purely stupid.

What I do need though is someone to provide that barrier. Even my non-spouse is out of town right now.

Feeling rather rejected at the moment, I guess.

Is it in my head or in my heart?

Well, I'm back from MN. I got to see the Otter, but we didn't have any alone-time due to schedule suckiness. I was half asleep and didn't realize he was behind me until he made a joking comment about possibly recognizing me. I was thrown because his son was standing in front of me, so I didn't know how to react. I erred on the side of being overly cautious and didn't touch him until the Otter made a minor pouting comment about not even getting a hug. We managed to run into each other a few times throughout the day and exchange a few words here and there. When I left the event, gave each other another couple lingering hugs that were definitely not what we wanted to do. However, we were in very public places and, again, his son was about and we wanted to avoid any outward strangeness.

I must admit, I did enjoy watching him help with a fighting demonstration probably more than was proper. And, well, I looked damned good. One young lady at the event had a garbgasm when she saw me walk by that was enough to make her squeak loud enough to be noticed by a friend of mine who was highly amused.

Yeah. I do clean-up purty if I try.

Magically bored on a quiet streetcorner

Why should I care?

It's been a while. I know. Whatever.

For the past week or so, I have been in the grips of a major cleaning frenzy. My place is really starting to look like a home...only a year and a half after I moved here. Oh well. The wardrobe has been put together, stained, and sealed. A year of paperwork has been gone through and filtered. My closet has been cleaned and two shopping bags of clothes from within donated to charity. My bookshelves are in the process of being reorganized. So much accomplished. heeee.

Well, Colin has had his third strike. Boy was supposed to call me at the end of last week to do the final final planning for his trip out here. No call. I'm not calling him either--I did that the last two times he ditched his calling responsibilities. I'm not his mom, man. That's just wrong. So, we'll see, I suppose. I may end up giving Bart and Tanya the Blueman Group tickets I purchased for his visit to make sure we had them.

Hopefully, I will get to see the Otter this coming week-end. We'll see. He was checking into us having some time alone on Saturday night since he will have take a short trip out of state on Sunday to deal with some family stuff. Our original plan was to snag some time Sunday. Oh well. Life happens.

And I need to sleep.

G'night!

You're my Brand X Baby

Well, I did finally call Colin on Friday night to just slam him a bit for not calling me--very light-hearted. He fell over himself apologizing and asked if he could call me once he was home from whatever Friday night festivities he was enjoying. I said he could. He did. A bit past midnight. We spoke for the next three hours. Mind you, it was a bit past midnight CST, poor Colin is on the east coast. He will be attempting to come out for a visit the week-end of the 22nd--we'll see how that goes. He seemed rather excited about it, though still aprehensive about the flight. Now, I just have to finish plans for what to do and when and where. He claimed he wanted something very scheduled and really wanted to see as much of the city as he could since he has never been here before. We'll see what can be done.

I may not be able to see the Otterish One when in MN in two weeks due to family issues. He promised to keep me updated. I'm not counting on being updated too quickly. *shrug*

Yes, I'm being greedy tonight. I want my boys back.