Live and Die By...

My friend told me that I live and die by my performances, or my feelings about my performances.

It's true. I'm trying to work on that.

Now, I have another thing to live and die by.

Girls.

I went to therapy today. After reading last night's posts, I'm sure that a collective sigh of relief is being had by all.

The great thing about therapy, especially if you have been in it a long time like me, is you can really get to the heart of the matter right away, and, like my favorite sitcoms, solve your problems within a half hour. Maybe forty minutes.

I came out of the session feeling great. I talked all about the girl and the date and the no call, and just realized by the end that none of it was personal towards me, and that I really kind of want this.

So, I called her.

Got a message, and was witty, not desperate.

Just said I was thinking about her, and wondering how she is, and wanted to say hi. Told her if she didn't accidentally delete my message, to call me back and gave my number.

Ten minutes later she wrote me a text. Said she was sorry she hadn't called, that she is really busy this week, and that she will call once she gets away from work.

Zoom. Up shot my feelings. And I was feeling good. So, live and die. How fun.

Now I sit here waiting for the return call.

Well, not sitting here doing nothing. I am going about my day. Trying to figure out the cable. They installed it while I was gone, and technology scares me. Even twenty year old technology.

Calculators are the worst. Ooh, scary.