Close, but…

Funny enough, Cat, you actually were close on why I’m predicting this to be a good summer.


Love, exciting and new
Come Aboard. We’re expecting you.
Love, life’s sweetest reward.
Let it flow, it floats back to you.

Love Boat soon will be making another run
The Love Boat promises something for everyone
Set a course for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.

Love won’t hurt anymore
It’s an open smile on a friendly shore.

Summer love, anyway. A summer fling. ‘Summer days, drifting away but, oh, those summer nights!’

It’s Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial beginning of summer. Maine is a great place to be in the summer. And I’ve been planning to make this a great summer anyway. But now I’m fairly certain that it will be.

I wish I were going to be spending the summer in Montreal, as Cat suggested, but her first suggestion, about being a Love Boat guy, well…. Something like that. (What the hell is a ‘Hands up, baby! Hands up!’ resort? I’m kind of afraid to ask, actually.)

He’s here only for the summer. Very well defined. Can’t get any big ideas because it’s far too short. But already someone I could see myself falling for in a different situation (i.e., neither of us leaving the city in a few months). This is a good thing. It confirms what I kept trying to tell myself after the break up: there are other guys out there that I could potentially feel as strongly for; it would be really stupid to continue to pine after the ex, waiting for him to change his mind–it might happen, but it might just not be meant to be.

In other news, the weather here has been GORGEOUS. Sun, some clouds, temps the past couple of days floating between 18C and 22C. Low humidity.

I wore shorts and sandals all day yesterday for the first time this year. It was wonderful. Except that my feet are sunburned now. Not too terribly, but enough.


Random thoughts upon waking up

‘There’s always some new bloke, some better bloke, just waiting round the corner. That’s why you keep going out.’

For some reason, I woke up this morning with this line form the British version of Queer As Folk in my head. Not really sure why. Well, I am, I think, but what’s more important is how much of a lie it is.

Especially in this town.

Week recap

Longest. Week. Ever.

My work week is Sunday through Thursday.

Sunday was fine. Nothing special.

Monday was hell. I had some office work to do in the morning and then had to be at our other location (i.e., not the one I’m usually at) at noon for the closing shift. I was supposed to close with the new girl who had never closed before ever. I knew it was going to take some extra time but I wasn’t too worried since the new girl strikes me as fairly on top of things. I had only ever worked one shift there before so I only kind of knew where things were. But, we’d figure it out. Except that she didn’t show up. No call. Nothing. Not answering her phone. So it was only the guy doing the mid-shift and me all afternoon until four when we should have been three people. And then one of my co-workers from my regular location came in to help me close. It was like the blind leading the blind but we persevered. As it turned out, the new girl’s mum had to go to the ER, she she had a rather good excuse. Not that that made the day any more fun since the afternoon was super busy. Rather more busy than I had expected it to be. After work, my co-worker and I met up with my roommate and some of her friends for a much needed drink.

Tuesday was okay. At the other location again but a bit more manageable. And I had a couple of my regular customers from my location come in towards the end of the night, which was a pleasant surprise.

Wednesday I was at my usual location which was like being home.

Thursday I was once again at the other location. But then I got to go dancing Thursday night which was wonderful.

Yesterday, I watched the Godfather Part 3. Why does everyone think it sucks so much? It’s not as good as the other two, no, but it certainly stands with them. And then I went dancing again last night.

But not before stopping in at my bar for a drink and finding my ex already there. And not having a drink in the end because I said that I wasn’t going to stay (there were other people there that I knew, but I was supposed to meet a friend after work somewhere else anyway). So I stood there with my jacket on not staying for almost an hour talking to him. And it was mostly okay. It felt a bit awkward but it was okay. We reiterated our plan to get together at some point soon, maybe for a movie, which didn’t happen last Saturday as we had planned since I was in a really off mood most of the day–anti-social but didn’t want to be alone and at a rather low point–relatively as compared to recently–in my recovering from the breakup. Of course, he also woke up from his afternoon nap at 9.30pm, which was pretty much too late anyway. So possibly we’ll get together this coming week at some point. Maybe. He was insistent that I should phone him when my schedule for the week sorted itself out.

We’ll see. Whatever we do, it’s essentially going to be a date. Except not. I think I’m about ready for that. We’ll find out, I guess.