so, an old boyfriend is coming to town tomorrow. he has some things he needs to do in the area and asked if i'd like to get together for lunch.
not that i'm implying he is asking if i want to quit my job, sell my house, move to his place, and live happily ever after.
i haven't suddenly gone boy crazy since my eharmony thing.
it's just that it's been a long time since any man has asked me to lunch or for the time or if i know how to get to the highway.
it's been quite some time.
or as my coworkers like to say, it's been too long. time to get over it and move on.
i don't do move on (when it comes to men/relationships) well.
i do stall. very well.
anyway, this old boyfriend was significant. he was/is different. and i know everyone says this about some old flame. but i'm not kidding.
he was really different.
my friends like to joke with me that he lived on a commune and we were freaky, flower growing, tree hugging, sweat lodge going, crunchy granola weirdos.
and....well....kind of.
i mean, it wasn't (isn't) a commune.
it's his 'land'.
that's what he (and everyone who knows him) calls it.
and he was somebody i wasn't ever supposed to meet. or know. or date. or fall for. but that's what happened.
i mean, i had just moved from NY. I wore suits. real suits. i had the severe chopped short, jet black hair cut. i wore heavy eyeliner. i worked out at the gym, with a personal trainer at 5am daily. i read the wall street journal and 'did lunch'.
then the next thing i knew i was on this land, with this great big personality, and all these people, doing sweat lodges and talking about emotions.
he was the relationship of my life.
so, he's coming to town tomorrow. the most sincere, non-superficial, caring and sensitive man i've ever known and i'm sitting here worried about how my hair looks.