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Rob-Free post #2

I am having a remarkably hard time not contacting him. Remarkably hard. I told n0thingman that since lilostitch knows Rob and I both, I had decided to do whatever the fuck she told me to (her response? "i tell you to bake me a pie." She's funny that way). She says I'm not allowed to contact him yet, that he still has the upper hand, and that I need to pick a date in the future and wait until then. I torture myself with thoughts that run along the lines of "but what if he thinks I don't want to talk to him, and is waiting for me to get back in touch with him?" She says right now I'm too willing to sacrifice and compromise in the name of restoring order, and, again, I know she's right. I just don't know how I'm going to make it through another day, another minute of this not knowing, not to mention the fact that I just plain miss him like hell.


Oct. 17th, 2005 04:38 pm (UTC)
i know all.
if you are bored & lonely, my calendar says i'm free friday. we can light things on fire. or bake pies. or whateva.
Oct. 17th, 2005 04:45 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately, I may not be. My Aunt Anne and Uncle David emailed yesterday to tell me that they want to take everyone out on Friday night to celebrate my Aunt Bunny's 80th birthday. I haven't responded yet, but I know I should go.

Then again, a table full of 80 year old Jews is probably not going to go on into the night, so I may be free after.
Oct. 17th, 2005 10:02 pm (UTC)
I have also been commanded to attend dinner on Friday (although not with your family). After dinner is possibly feasible. We'll see.
Oct. 17th, 2005 10:27 pm (UTC)
I dunno ... I think you'd actually dig my Aunt Bunny.

But seriously folks ... I just got appointed to be the cashier representative in a bunch of meetings about new equipment ... new equipment that I may (fingers crossed) get a promotion to be in charge of dealing with once said new equipment is in the store. I sooooooo fucking desperately want to tell him about it, it's not even funny. He knows all of the backstory. He'd know exactly what I was talking about. And, in his right mind, I know he'd totally cheer. Damn, I want to tell him. Damn, I want to tell him ...

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