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There are a few things that are going on in my life.  One thing is the purchase of a really neat one family tudor style house in a yuppie suburb of Rochester.  The other thing is, of course, my ever-captivating saga of dating.  I think I’ll write about the latter and revisit the house thing when I get the chance.

Okay, so things didn’t really pan out with Caren as expected.  Oh well.  It was fun while it lasted – I believe it was about three weeks.  Yes, that means that I have not even felt the repercussions of the credit card bills yet.  The downfall started about the first week of December.  I’m not really sure what brought about the end – I guess it was a sense of emotional disconnect brought about by miscommunication; geez, sounds like a mild form of schizophrenia.  Anyway, it was about that time when two people talk about making a go with things or not.  Loosely, that translates to heightening a relation between two people to be at a more secure exclusive level.  Well, that usually involves an agreement between two people, and that is where the disconnect happened.  Both of us were still seeing other people, and myself, really having a jolly fun time at it.

Wednesday morning -- I was headed out of town on a business trip to LA, and making a circle trip to New Orleans to visit a friend for the weekend en route back.  The phone rings.  It’s my friend Charlene from the gym.  She and her husband wish me a safe journey, and to let me know that the supplement shipment arrived the day before.  Smile -- Nice people.  The phone rings again.  It’s my friend Liz from New Orleans wishing me a safe flight.  Smile – another nice person.  On the way to the airport, it sits in the back of my mind that there was no call from Caren.  Oh well.

Los Angeles was great.  And meeting up with my friend Liz in New Orleans was even greater.  Q - How great was it?  A – Wow!!! Words cannot describe.  I have to write more about Liz soon – so, stay tuned. I arrive back from New Orleans on Sunday night and all I’m thinking is Liz this and Liz that.  And, a while ago, I remember Liz telling me that she would like to visit NYC during the Christmas season.  It had always been a dream of hers.  And, not knowing if she remembered that she told me this, I was wondering if it would be possible to fulfill this dream.

Tuesday night – Memorial Art Gallery, Rochester NY, Caren invites.  We talk about a few things.  She had been seeing some other guy and she knew I was seeing other people as well.  “I was thinking about not seeing other people anymore.  It’s getting kind of bothersome, don’t you think?” she asks.

“I’m seeing other people,” I squeak out in a little squeamish voice.  That’s all I could muster out without letting the cat out of the bag.  After all, little sensitive me thinks -- Hey, me no want to hurt no one.

Friday afternoon –Work.  By now, I notice that things just are not working out.   Throughout the week from Tuesday till Friday was more or less a downward spiral.  Our conversations were filled with feelings of uncertainty, and led one to question the future of matters.  After all, casual dating was supposed to be a fun thing.  And, walking on eggshells is not a fun thing.  So, I return the ultimate phone call to Caren.  Knowing what I have to do, and not liking it one bit – Feels almost like a mercy kill.

Till next time friends,
Peter

 
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