Latest in my sitch - W has thawed a bit. She asked me to do her a favor. I did so and reciprocated by asking her to do the same for me. She said she'd love to do so and asked if I'd "consider" going to dinner when I get back from Scotland. I agreed. Then yesterday I got something in the mail that I was excited about. I wanted to tell someone who'd understand, so sent her an email. Rather than emailing back, she called last night, expressing an interest in what I was doing and wanting to talk. It was a great talk, like we used to have, but I was sure to get off the phone first.
What's going on? Who knows. I tend to over-analyze everything so I'm going to stay away from this one. Only time will tell. So enjoy the ride, right? Thing is, I think she wants to go through D as good buddies as I see this as a continuing road of detachment. Maybe after the R is severed we can be friends again, but not like it is now. IMO.
My thread title this time comes from a Bonnie Raitt tune:
Takin' My Time Bonnie Raitt
I'm takin' my time So please don't rush me. Tryin' to sort out some things I didn't know existed. I've been here before, I know where the traps lie. You only take what's there 'cause the rest doesn't matter.
Well I'm tired of talk, So please don't push me. You know I want the same kinda things that you do. You're wasting your time, The way you come to me. Slow down your rhymes and try to reason
Can't make things move any faster, By second wishing them to death. You seem to be living on the level. It's decent enough, You got what you wanted. So why do you tell me, that I'm on the wrong track? I'm doin' the best I can do.
I try to out guess The situation That I know your not even fully aware of. And I want you to know, If it keeps on this way, Can't keep on letting you bring me down. Can't keep on letting you bring me down.
lol - uhhh, you can take kat's but she drinks girly drinks. That sweet stuff, you know?
Did I ever tell you about the way we used to fish for catfish? When I was guiding we cooked with cast iron. Went to the river to copper scrubby them clean. Well, it was kind of like chumming and those cats would swim right into the dutch oven to get more. You just had to be ready to pull and you could sometimes catch one!
