Went out for supper tonight with Marc. He's a nice enough guy. We just don't have any romantic sparks. In this case, that's okay. I think he and I could be friends. He's from Quebec. English is his second language. But he does pretty well with it.
Colin came back from fishing. Jumped on his motorcycle and left. He sent me a couple of civil texts within the last hour. And then he comes home and acts like this. I just don't know what to do.
On Monday I will be running into the US to the bar in Noonan. I have a hard hat being delivered. As well as a couple of custom t-shirts. I am looking forward to getting them.
I am sitting here now, with my feet up. I feel so accomplished. That race today was great. And I am sitting in my little jeans. Not my size 9-10. But a pair that I had to loose almost 10lbs to be able to fit into them again. I bought them like that. I love my "show off the great butt" jeans.
You know, I'm in a pretty good mood all things considered. Colin can be an a$$, and I can still be happy. Imagine that. It's kind of liberating to know I am not so closely tied to his issues anymore.