the wacky round-about of life
Earlier this year, I was with a guy named Johnie. I loved him more than the moon and the stars. Then he decided to get back together with his ex-girlfriend and was gone. For purposes of this story, I need to mention that he sang and played guitar. Actually I have to say, all personal feelings aside, he’s an amazing guitar player and singer…
So he leaves, and months of pain and tears and therapy and church pass, and now I’m seeing Charlie, and things are going very well. Charlie’s an artist, and a very good one. It’s so funny now, looking back at this post -- he was the artist who created that chair. I had no idea that less than a year later we’d be dating. Funny how things work out sometimes. :)
So anyway, when I was with Johnie the Musician, he met the family and everything. Then today I get an email from my almost-stepfather Mulligan, who my mom SHOULD HAVE married by now but keeps chickening out. In the email Mulligan wrote:
I'll bet Charlie would like this as much as I would!
And attached is a flyer for a Preston Reed show, who yes, is an amazing all-kinds-of-guitar player. He’s playing up in the mountains next month apparently. So I’m all upset at Mulligan for getting these guys mixed up, and for making me think of Johnie all over again! Less than a minute passes before I write to him:
That was Johnie, not Charlie...
Some minutes pass, and I get all upset again, feeling very ‘woe is me’ and sad for myself, that I have loved and lost, and remembering all the wonderful times I had with Johnie, when I get this reply from Mulligan:
So does Charlie abhor great music and beautiful mountain venues too? You're such a cute snot!
Which makes me burst out laughing, feeling completely ridiculous about myself, and glad for it, because 1) Mulligan is just funny, and 2) I need to laugh at that, to not take it so seriously and realize that it happened, it was awful, but I somehow made it through, and am now seeing Charlie the Artist, who is a really great guy. I need to focus on what I have, not what I’ve lost. And thank god for Mulligan. My mom needs to seriously hurry up and marry him already.
So he leaves, and months of pain and tears and therapy and church pass, and now I’m seeing Charlie, and things are going very well. Charlie’s an artist, and a very good one. It’s so funny now, looking back at this post -- he was the artist who created that chair. I had no idea that less than a year later we’d be dating. Funny how things work out sometimes. :)
So anyway, when I was with Johnie the Musician, he met the family and everything. Then today I get an email from my almost-stepfather Mulligan, who my mom SHOULD HAVE married by now but keeps chickening out. In the email Mulligan wrote:
I'll bet Charlie would like this as much as I would!
And attached is a flyer for a Preston Reed show, who yes, is an amazing all-kinds-of-guitar player. He’s playing up in the mountains next month apparently. So I’m all upset at Mulligan for getting these guys mixed up, and for making me think of Johnie all over again! Less than a minute passes before I write to him:
That was Johnie, not Charlie...
Some minutes pass, and I get all upset again, feeling very ‘woe is me’ and sad for myself, that I have loved and lost, and remembering all the wonderful times I had with Johnie, when I get this reply from Mulligan:
So does Charlie abhor great music and beautiful mountain venues too? You're such a cute snot!
Which makes me burst out laughing, feeling completely ridiculous about myself, and glad for it, because 1) Mulligan is just funny, and 2) I need to laugh at that, to not take it so seriously and realize that it happened, it was awful, but I somehow made it through, and am now seeing Charlie the Artist, who is a really great guy. I need to focus on what I have, not what I’ve lost. And thank god for Mulligan. My mom needs to seriously hurry up and marry him already.