Moving Forward?

I have always been amiss when it comes to timing. After two illustrious dates, the most amazing sex of my life and intrigue to boot, Jew Boy was jet setting for the next three weeks. He pretended as if he was leaving the country and would be reachable only by telegram. Newsflash, as he left, I said, "I am sure your phone works in California." If we did not get together again, I was willing to take the blame. I had, of course, had sex with this guy on our second date. Regrets? Hell no.

Over the next few days, I did continue to think about Jew Boy. He was like jet fuel. It was impossible to understand why this was happening now. It was too early. I was in no way over The Big X. I recognized that my heart would not allow another relationship. Still, I continued on the reckless path, hoping that this could be different.