Taking The Road Less Traveled
It's amazing how gettting away for a day can improve your outlook on life in general. I've just been in a great mood since this morning. Maybe because I bought three pairs of shoes today...if only it was that easy. Went to Columbus on Saturday morning to see my friend Philip and his boyfriend Brian. Philip went all out for the birthday and had a huge party at a local resturant. I don't even want to know what it cost him, but seeing the look on Brian's face (and just seeing how happy he is) made it wort it. The two of them are almost too cute. Funny thing is that even though they are completely into each other, they never make you feel like a third wheel.
I finally got to meet Philip's mom (who was absolutely incredible). That poor woman lost her husband last year after more than 30 years of marriage, and has such a wonderful relationship with her son. It makes me a little jealous of Philip. Sure...my mom is cool. How many people have mom's that set their sons on dates? However my mom has never really been a mother, and has really been more of a friend. Sometimes it would be nice to have a parent.
Of course, Philip wants to find me a boyfirend in Columbus, thus giving me a reason to move down there. I'm not against the idea, but I'm not really looking for a boyfriend now. I've got so many creative things going on in my life, and my writing is starting to really take off. I wouldn't turn down a boyfriend, but I'm really not going on the active search.
As for Jeff I think it's basically a done deal that the friendship is over. I emailed him on Thursday night saying that I still wanted us to be friends and would like to keep in touch with him over the winter. He hasn't emailed me back. C'est la vie! I'll wish him well...but I need friends who maintain active friendships, and not go absentee. He's got his issues, and I can only work on my own. He's admitted himself that his has screwed up friendships in the past and pushed people away. I guess ours was one of them.
Back to writing tonight.
