You know I am all about full-disclosure here at Random Girl, and that goes for the good, the bad, and the ugly. I have to confess to you kids that I had a relapse this weekend. I had shared the last few weeks that I am trying to behave myself and dial back the shenanigans a bit and I really have. That is, until Saturday night.
After finding the perfect little party dress for a nice dinner and art exhibit opening event I was attending with friends on Saturday night, the texts began from Fireman. I know I know, I fired him for a reason. But....
I had a relapse.
We started talking again on Friday and we have been able to clear the air a bit. He apologized for the drama he created. I owned the fact that I had started having expectations that might not have been fair. We decided to just try to start over. Take it back to a place of being simple and fun, a true NSA situation like it was always intended to be.
I know this is probably not a good decision.
But I couldn't help myself.
Two weeks is a long time to be good, at least for me. And yes, I realize I am making excuses in an attempt to justify my actions.
After a nice dinner, a very bizarre art show that consisted of only paintings of naked women with many of the patrons dressed in togas and a really odd "this is about to bust into being an orgy" feel to it, my friends and I rocked out to a fantastic 80's band at one of my favorite bars. All the while I was figuring out logistics with Fireman. He was to be the cherry on the top of a very fun night for me.
He was. And then some. If I had for a moment forgotten why we got together in the first place, I was quickly reminded.
And so it begins yet again. We'll see how quickly it gets complicated this time. I can't say I don't know better because I really do but I have decided to get mixed up with him yet again. Like I have said before, that boy is like crack to me, or as Jewels would say, he is like "human catnip" to me. I love that description and it is fairly accurate.
Feel free to tell me "I told you so!" when I start complaining about it all blowing up again because let's be honest, we both know that will happen sooner rather than later. In the mean time, I will be enjoying myself.
My bestie got me this T-shirt because she said it fit me perfectly. I can't disagree. I seem to keep bringing them back into the rotation.
