Today (Nov 6th) is the last day of my ebook giveaway here. Feel free to download, since it's free.
Onto other matters, besides my trip to Greece, friends, I kept another secret from you.
It's a dude story. Remember when I wrote a Memo to the Men I'm Not Dating? [September 12th post.]
My story starts by giving you the back story to my summary story of Dude 3 below:
Dude 3, DO NOT have a cute, endearing smile and tell her how much you want to see her, after telling her you’re not ready for a relationship, and after dissing her to go sell baseball cards on EBay. Don’t take for granted that she’ll wait for you to man up, or that she wants to hang out in the friend-zone. Go for a grand slam, if you earn her trust back first, or don’t play at all. Don’t do it, dude.
Three and I met on a group camping trip, July 4th weekend. An innocent crush simmered, while we watched fireworks sprinkle the night skies over Lake Almanor. I slept happily after a sweet, brief kiss. Alas, I couldn't find Three the next morning. He'd darted in fear, I figured. I know the routine--the unmanly chicken dance. But I arrived home to a message: "I had to leave early, stuff to do...I've gotta go sell baseball cards on EBay." I was more amused than hurt.
Months, and Dudes 1, 2, and 4 later, I happened to see Three at a concert in the city plaza. "Come over here," he said, with outstretched arms. Three hugged me, imparting a "Hi sweetie." (Damn him.) It was nice and a bit awkward. Given I'd been dissed for baseball card negotiations, I went back to my original spot on the dance floor, and proceeded to have a fun night alone.
At home, this message awaited: "It was great seeing you. Sorry I left early the weekend we met. I want to explain, I wasn't ready to let you into my life because of someone else on my mind. I hope you understand. I enjoyed spending time with you quite a bit."
While very much endeared by his honesty, I thought: Dude, man up or not!
"We're all scared," I told him. "Thank you for being honest. It's a refreshing change. I didn't think it was personal, but it's nice to hear. I really appreciate it."
"No, never personal. I was just being chicken sh*t."
to be continued.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Another group of Greek souvenirs for my bloggy friends:
For Pat Tillet, who's always showing us hidden treasures. This is Akrotiri, where a Greek (or Minoan or "Pre-Greek") civilization flourished until volcanic destruction in approximately 1700 BC. There are layers of cities underneath it too. Most everything found was intact, as is. Incredible, right?
Near the entrance of Atlantis Books in Oia, on the isle of Santorini.
Be well, my dears.
Have a good November, and a good, safe week.
Love to you.
