I am alive! Well, barely. Ever since last week Tuesday I have been bed ridden; deathly sick and trying to remember what it was like to be healthy. Sadly last week was also the time off I took for my vacation and obviously spent horribly. Once again, never tell the man/woman upstairs what your plans are or you’ll soon find that they will change dramatically. I had planned to write, run profusely, shop, and get my life in order, rather I spent it in bed with too many pills and now I am here at work today trying not to scare my co-workers with my cough and scary sounding voice. But before my health blunder, I was in Sarasota. I cannot do justice to the relaxation and fun I had over there. I had no computer, no responsibilities, and was only armed with my GPS. I saw my friend JP, went to the Ringling Museum of Art (amazing!), spent time with my vacation boyfriend, and found that confidence boost I needed for some very critical endeavors I must face. My friendship with JP is one that I really do love because he is the one person who I can do just about anything with and wake-up not caring about the things I did the night before (dance on tables, made-out with so and so), there is never a judging face, or a lecture that may follow. Rather, he looks to make sure I am okay, and dressed appropriately. He is like the brother I wish I had. I wouldn’t say I didn’t do crazy things, I would say I had fun. Safe fun… okay, it was like a Vegas fun, thank goodness we didn’t take pictures.
My vacation boyfriend is the best! Vacation Boyfriend– man who is exclusively yours through the duration of your vacation, all relationship rules apply… the fun ones. The only time when I am not single is when I am with him. It is an understood relationship; I am there for a set number of days, and we both like each other a lot. He introduced me to half his family and friends and the best part is that they already knew all about me. Leaving him is always hard… the big reason is that he treats me the way I should be treated. He doesn’t yell, he has infinite patience (he is a special education teacher in high school), he is easy going, and loves to exchange ideas always with a smile. I haven’t had that luck in the past. The guys I have dated in the past could read as a “who’s who of assholes”. I have had one who would yell at me and use profanity, I have had one tell me how not pretty I was, I had one who would call me to pick him up drunk and he was a vulgar drunk, I had one who would cheat on me numerous times and then lie to my face about it, and the list goes on really. But when I meet my vacation boyfriend I am reminded that there are some really nice guys out there, and that no one needs to yell at me.
Sadly there were some casualties to my vacation in Sarasota; clothing was lost (it was there one second and then could not find it for the life of me), and the sickness I must have picked up from the weather… or atleast I think it was the weather.
One of the things I have missed is coming to wordpress and reading all the great things that people have to share, so with that I leave you so that I can go and catch up! Have a great Tuesday 🙂