When All Is Wrong In the World, Inevitably Something Goes Right

This weekend has been long. No...

This week has been long. School is in crazy, can't get it all done mode. Work has been nuts. All of my tutoring kids have been sick so I'm behind on that and have to catch up before I leave for Christmas. I've been spending ridiculous amounts of time with the boy, meaning I'm behind on everything else. I'm trying to make as much money as possible right now and I just can't keep up with everything.

Last night, I went out for the customary Saturday night drink with the people from work and saw the boy. Mind you, we've hung out every day for the last week and it couldn't possibly be going better. But since we weren't technically there to hang out with each other, we kept our distant a bit, although not so much that would bother me. Until some bitchy, skanky chick walked into the bar and draped herself all over my man. I could have killed her. And to be honest, since I didn't actually talk to her (just shot daggers out of my eyes into her fricking face), I'm sure she's perfectly nice and I suppose she was cute if you like that tall, thin, long curly hair sort of thing. Now mind you, I couldn't tell if he was encouraging the behavior or not. But I was PISSED. So I left. Because I wasn't going to sit there any watch that. I'm sure it was nothing and I woke up this morning being done over reacting but still rather grumpy about the whole thing. Least he could of done was act like he cared that I was leaving.

But yet again, the world proved itself in the most unexpected way.

I had the most incredible table come into the restaurant today. May very well be the best table I've ever waited on. And they put my world at ease that there are good people out there and that I need to have faith in people.

So when I meet the man for a late dinner tonight, I not going to say a thing. Because really, I know I have nothing to worry about.




And P.S. When I say it's going well with him, I mean it. We're already in for the longer than normal haul. He's going on vacation with me in March... and I'm so excited that I can't even write about it...