Tuesday is Monday

Today is Tuesday but it feels like Monday as I stayed away from work yesterday due to a doctor's appointment.  I was going in so they could tell me I did not have prostate cancer.  The few people I told, including romantic interest, were happy for me.  I was a bit relieved but seem to concentrate on more immediate problems like trying to pee.  Men my age know what I'm talkin' about.  Hell, it's been a problem for me most of my adult life.  The surgery du jour' is called TURP.  It is a roto rooter process through the urethra where an instrument is inserted and tissue is scraped away from the prostate in order to relieve the pressure on the urethra.  Anyway, that's pretty close to what happens. I don't happen to have the brochure beside me.

So, yeah, as I might have been saying, my memory is shit and I would have to go back and look at what I said, and I don't feel that inspired.  We'll just go off a possible memory. As I was saying, romantic interest broke up with me a couple days ago via a text message.  Maybe it's my own hubris, but I would have thought that if there was emotion shared between two people, even a wee bit, that a phone call, even a lengthy email detailing the reasons the romance will never work, is a more polite, socially acceptable form of dismissal.  Dare I be accused of living in the past, I get the texting blowoff.  Much easier, no messy crying over the phone, no feeling bad when you hear the sadness in the other's voice.  No involvement, really.  Just text saying, " ...You're being dropped..."  Easy, eh?

I was totally bummed (my kitten is trying to crawl under the space between my leg and the computer.)  I tried calling, several times and, according to script, she did not pick up.  I did not hear from her until she texted me about the biopsy results.  So, we're through but she cares enough to text me about my biopsy.  It's different.  I texted, "Call me."  I did not want to text about it.  I get tired of texting because I talk/type too much.  I like to fully explain to whomever is reading what I'm talking about or whatever it is I'm writing about.  She called but I had decided to take the garbage out and did not hear the phone.  In fact, it was probably still turned off after being at the doctor's office.

After I see the missed call, I called.  Of course, my motive was to get her on the phone.  I wanted to talk.  So we argued for a while.  She even said she didn't like our arguments.  I agreed.  We went around and around because she woke up one night and wondered if I was still on the dating site we had met on.  She had a friend check.  Yes, I did still have my profile up and it accurately explained my married status and why.  Of course that's a deal killer for any woman cruising a dating site.  They want their men free and clear.  I am not.  Until 2/12/13, that is.

We did the around and around verbal sparing that always leads to a dead end.  She did end up agreeing to keep talking.  I'm thinking, in spite of the way I feel about her, which truly was unexpected in it immediacy (all it took was one look at her,) that it isn't such a great romance if there is no trust, one either partie's part.  We'll see how it goes.  I'm determined to stay celibate until Good Ole Abe's birthday.  That way I can say I had never been unfaithful to the ex while married.  That ought to count for something to someone.  Maybe just me.  That's enough.  Just do it for me.

The Dandy Warhols are in Portland this Sunday.  I am dying to go, don't think I can afford it but we'll see.  I have been for the last 30 minutes been trying to figure out how to install an audio player for this blog.  It's out there but I have little time to research.  So, for today, hasta la vista, amigos.  It's all good.