Dave's in town. I thought it was going to be horrible. And for a little while it was. This would be cleaner for both of us if he would just stay far, far away.
But then, my new strong self kicked in. I had yesterday pegged as the potentially difficult day. Wednesday is the most open day of my week, and DeKalb is the size of a good-sized shopping mall. There was a definite possibility that we would cross paths. So, I had coffee with one friend and then went to the gym. I went shopping and out to lunch with another friend. Then we went to a new upscale bar in town (this town? upscale??? It's a weird juxtaposition of words, that's for sure) and had TWO glasses of wine. Before 5:00. Bad asses, that's what we are ;) And we flirted outrageously and harmlessly with the bartender, just to demonstrate that those muscles aren't entirely atrophied.
Dave's been to town twice before this. The first time I fled in nothing short of abject terror. He had been to Chicago for a tryst with the AMW* and I was not in any shape to see him. Period. The second time was slightly less abject. It was Christmas, and I knew I couldn't arrange for anything fun for the kids. So I made a different plan.
This time, it's time to stand my ground. Which I can do with all my friends sort of holding the ground around me. It turns out that this is my turf, these are my friends, and this is my life -and he should bloody well stay out of MY way. It's a nice turn of events.
*Argentinian Math Whore