(i mastered blogger. i told it that i would overcome its issues and post this post today. and i did. i am awesome. moving right along...)
This weekend was the Black & White Masquerade Ball here in Smalltown, VA. My dress came in on time. It was altered in time. It fit perfectly. And I felt like a princess :)
I went with a HUGE group of friends to the event, which included an old face for most of you. Well, okay, "face" may be the wrong term. Since I really don't show anyone's face. Let me re-word that. An old name was included in the mix. What name you want to know? TEN.
Yes, TEN went with us. Some of you already know the deets. Some of you don't. The thing is...we broke up for a reason. I wasn't a fan of his behavior much of the time. Others weren't either. He needed to grow up, and be more respectful of others. He apparently found some fault with me as well (I KNOW RIGHT? WHO COULD EVER FIND FAULT WITH ME?? WTF?)
Apparently I'm overly indepedent. I don't "need" anyone. I make it hard for a guy to find his "place" in my life. I'm demanding. I expect perfection.
And this isn't the first time I've heard any of that from someone, I'm ashamed to say.
So we went our different ways. We dated other people. We did other things. And then life happened. Things happened. And we became friends. And I can't tell you how impressed with the person he has become in the last few months. I'm cautiously optomistic. But I'm happy for him. Because his life will be much happier, and successful, if these changes he's made stick. And I'm happy for me too. Because I've always like TEN. I've never found any other guy that I enjoyed spending time with as much as him. So, selfishly, I'm glad he's back in my life.
And we will see. We aren't giving each other "promise rings" (I kid, I kid, I hope to GOD no one really does that anymore...) or anything. But you get the point.
We are friends. And we shall see.
I'm learning to let myself "need" someone. Just a little bit. Like when the wind blew my flagpole off of my house. I "needed" TEN to use his manskills to make it re-attach to my house.
And when I was cold the other night walking from the Ball to the cab. I "needed" to wear TEN's coat.
Stuff like that. Baby steps. But I'm trying. And I'm sure to always make a big to do, like "OH MY GOODNESS! ISN'T THAT THE MOST WONDERFUL THING THAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME? YOU HAVE CARRIED THAT TRASH TO MY TRASH CAN, AND I SOOOOOO APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT MY SWEET GIRLIE HANDS WILL NOT HAVE TO BE EXPOSED TO THAT TRASH BAG".
You understand ;)
But in the meantime, while we're figuring it all out, I think we looked pretty cute at the B&W Ball, wouldn't you say?