Man, T's had a lot of visitors lately. Mostly women. I don't know where they all came from! They must know that his mother has gone home, and the flood gates are open. His house has a revolving door. Everyone is checking in on the invalid, except me.
I saw Roberta go over there with a covered dish. She probably poisoned him because she's a terrible cook. Most likely, she bought something from the local Italian restaurant and put it into a casserole dish to make it look like she made it. She's such a bitch. She spent an hour there, then left with a frustrated look on her face. I guess that she didn't get to "Buy the Corvette", which was probably her plan.
If you are checking out my twitter update, you probably know what "buy the Corvette" means. It is code for "hook up with T". I was going to use "enjoy a chocolate chip cookie" as a code, but we all know that I have done that before, and I will do it again. I would never buy a Corvette in real life, and I would not "buy this Corvette", either.
All joking aside, however attracted to T I happen to be, and however sexually frustrated I am, I would never cross that bridge. All of this fantasizing is just that--fantasizing. I would never risk my family, or the friendship that I have with T. It would ruin everything. I mean, look how afraid I was about a stupid kiss (although it is the best one I've ever had)? I could never go through with it. I've got too much to lose.
But I still have my daydreams, and in my daydreams I can have what I want. I can still look, can't I?
I am a complete lunatic. I'm out of my mind! I should delete that last post. I am seeing things that are not there. I just don't know the rules of this "just friends" thing. I've never had a male friend before. I'm just confusing "fondness" for "love". T's fond of me, and it goes both ways. He's not in love with me, and I'm not in love with him. I'm sure about that. It was just my soap opera watching, romance novel inspired, extremely overactive imagination.
T says nice things about me, and knowing who he is and especially what he looks like, I'm flabbergasted. I'm overreacting! He only sees me as the married next door neighbor that is his good friend, who sends over a tray of lasagna once in a while. That's all. That's all I am, and all that I should be. What am I getting so worried about?
Maybe I just miss seeing him since his mother is there and taking care of him while he's laid up after the accident. I'm out of the loop right now, and it's driving me crazy. I just want to be useful, I guess, help a little bit? That's all.
She's leaving tonight, and I'll check in if he doesn't have any visitors. I'll bring him something to eat. Things will be back to normal then.
I hope
My other blog post, tells you about the day at the beach. Now I'm going to tell you a little bit more about it. I just can't go into that much detail there, because I'm not sure who will read it.
T told me that I was more beautiful than Roberta (T is a friend of mine, and I will call him T on this blog). I laughed in his face because Roberta is, well how do I say it? Well preserved (by plastic or whatever), and looks very good for her age. She's always flaunting around in her perfect body, blonde hair and tanned skin. But, he said that I was much better than her. This is coming from a man, who on occasion, has dated women half his age (but not lately).
He called me Peach again. Now, I have heard him call me that before, but I finally got him to tell me why, because I was mad at him for calling me that nickname. My anger stemmed from a conversation on the beach with my so-called friends about sex and fruit. Supposedly, peaches remind men of women's butts. Never heard that before, but somehow I found this out without telling them that T calls me Peach. Anyway...
In order to save his life, (I wouldn't put it past him to call me a nickname that was perverted), he finally explained why he calls me Peach. His explanation for the nickname was sweet, and not perverted at all. He told me that he calls me that because I blush when I'm mad or embarrassed. The name also reminds him that I am a forbidden fruit (?). I was a little flabbergasted, because I didn't think that he thought about me at all in any fashion. I'm not really sure what he meant, but I think that he was flirting with me. Or maybe I'm imagining things. That's entirely possible, and it would not be the first time.
However, he did make me feel good about myself, and for me, that doesn't happen often. If P told me that I was "wasting away to nothing", like T said today, I would have taken it as an insult (it probably would have been an insult). T says it, and I'm flattered. Funny thing. I used to hate him, but now he is my best friend.
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