Just a quick update. A Sparks Note (heh heh) if you will.
Instead of having a crazy passionate reunion with Sparks Saturday as previously planned, I spent the night at home in my recliner with bags of ice on both knees and a wine glass in my hand while watching He’s Just Not That Into You. To put it in perspective, I was probably about half a box of wine (yes, box) away from hitting a new low.
OK, maybe not quite, despite it perhaps feeling so at the time.
Our weekend plans were foiled by extenuating circumstances on both sides – though mostly his – and I was admittedly kind of disappointed about the whole thing. Turns out it was probably for the best, timing wise, and we’ve had several good talks in the meantime. Including a couple on possible rescheduled dates.
I think I accepted someone in there this situation is what it is, even if I want it to be something more. He and I are both in weird, transient places in our lives. Neither settled in our careers or current locations – which just happen to already be seven hours away from each other. It’s pretty hard to imagine the future with so much up in the air.
Not to say I won’t keep trying.
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