Myrtle Beach!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
I'm in Myrtle Beach.... sitting in the lobby of the hotel blogging, chatting, reading emails, etc. I was in the hotel bar, but they closed a little after midnight.
I'm having a really good time being here. No work calls, no stress, no nothing. I get up, walk out to the beach, watch Ariel have fun. Play in the ocean with her. We're all having a great time.
I got my financial declaration paper notarized today at Jon's workplace. I'm going to fax that to the lawyer tomorrow, and then follow up with an email.
I start to feel guilty for looking at all of the cute girls here at the beach, but then I remember that I'm (more or less) single now. It's time to move on. Still feels a little weird though. I was walking down the street last night... just walking and walking.... and I was thinking to myself how nice it would be if Rachel was there with me to talk to. But then I realized that it wasn't really Rachel I missed, but just her company. I missed having someone there to share it with.... to talk to about things. And anyway, she would've been complaining that she was tired, or hot, or something, and it would've been my fault, and I would've felt miserable for even coming here with her. So aaannnyyywaaayyy..... yeah, I miss having someone to talk to, but I don't really miss Rachel, per say. It's a weird mixed up feeling.
I'm in Myrtle Beach.... sitting in the lobby of the hotel blogging, chatting, reading emails, etc. I was in the hotel bar, but they closed a little after midnight.
I'm having a really good time being here. No work calls, no stress, no nothing. I get up, walk out to the beach, watch Ariel have fun. Play in the ocean with her. We're all having a great time.
I got my financial declaration paper notarized today at Jon's workplace. I'm going to fax that to the lawyer tomorrow, and then follow up with an email.
I start to feel guilty for looking at all of the cute girls here at the beach, but then I remember that I'm (more or less) single now. It's time to move on. Still feels a little weird though. I was walking down the street last night... just walking and walking.... and I was thinking to myself how nice it would be if Rachel was there with me to talk to. But then I realized that it wasn't really Rachel I missed, but just her company. I missed having someone there to share it with.... to talk to about things. And anyway, she would've been complaining that she was tired, or hot, or something, and it would've been my fault, and I would've felt miserable for even coming here with her. So aaannnyyywaaayyy..... yeah, I miss having someone to talk to, but I don't really miss Rachel, per say. It's a weird mixed up feeling.

1 Comments:
I know what you mean man, I felt the same way. Which is also how I managed to rush into a new relationship, which I now regret.
Women are great, eh?
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