Well, Damnit! This sort of sucks.
I told you all that I fell for someone in Iquitos. I know it was fast, and that she was white and I have not fallen for a white woman since 1987 or so--I just have loved Peruvians since then, but then this woman, a grown up, came into my life and something clicked and that was that.
And she was fantastic for me. Broke open a shell I didn't even know I had built around my heart. Not saying I fell in love--that takes time testing--but I did fall for her.
And then today there was a sort of Dear John letter about a curveball in her life and she'll be in touch and I'm just sayin' that sort of stinks. Did she forget to tell me she had a husband/boyfriend/wife/girlfriend? Did she forget to tell me she's about to do three years in the state pen? Did she put on her glasses and see what I really looked like?
I don't know.
It ain't gonna kill me but I am not really dancing around the house this second, if you know what I mean.
Damnit! I thought she might be a keeper for the next 20 years.
Still, I loved the loving and kissing for the short time I had it. And that was good.
Nuts. Want more.
Just saying what's on my mind is all.
Sorry for the bother/blather.