July 14, 2008

• So guess who showed up at the blues bar Sun night.  It seems he sent me the following email which I found in my spam acct the next morning:

  “Hi

  Just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you.  You have been a wonderful source of support and just plain fun.  I always want you in my life in some way.  You looked beautiful.  Your nervousness didn’t show, you seemed serene.

  I hope you had a good time with your family.”

   

  The Canadian.

   

  He always puts a period after his name which intrigues me. 

   

  I left him at the table to go chat outside with Lance.  You may remember the crazy, jealous guy with the cane and beret.  They figured out he had a bone spur so now he walks without a cane and can even dance.  His old girlfriend came back, and they are living together, so now we can be friends again. 

   

  Once I found out the Canadian sent me what he said was a nice email the minute he got home from the river I was real with him.  Up until then I’d been politely distant.  I told him I’d spent the last two weeks thinking he was a cad and that I still thought he was a shit for hitting on me when he had something else going with the doctor and no plans to date me.  I suspect he is more comfortable now that I know who he really is.  I told him I still needed a dance partner and since there’s nobody I’d rather be with there, that I’m still up for dancing together. 

   

  I look at him now and can’t even imagine kissing him like I did.  He seems small and secretive but I still find him amusing and comfortable.  I don’t know if I should be spending time with him, though, even if it is fun.

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