He had told me he wasn't feeling well a few days before. Sometimes this happens to him where he gets dizzy and vertigo. It stems from the fact that he's had Lyme disease three times.
His text was matter of fact: "Hey, you're right I haven't been myself. I have been feeling dizzy, anxious and depressed. I'm just regrouping that's all."
Okay...no biggie right....
The words of the physic were ringing in my head:
"He will need to "go off" on his own sometimes...have these little "trips" ...Don't worry...Give that to him...He is with you 100%!"
And it was fine for the first day...
the second day...
We were texting but he sometimes wouldn't respond for hours and that was driving me nuts.
New Years Eve was approaching and his delayed responses were now not only driving me nuts but pissing me off.
It wasn't nice...it wasn't fair and actually it was down and out rude!
I was being the most understanding, patient, compassionate person and he was treating me rude!
Flat out rude! And of course I let him know it was rude!
He text me asking me not to be upset. Saying how much he cared...blah...blah...
All I wanted to know was about our plans for New Years Eve.
I gave him the out. I told him we didn't have to go to my friend's house for New Years. We could stay home. I just wanted to spend it with him...
He text me to go alone.
I was crushed.
I want a boyfriend who would do anything to be with me...and Mr. Selleck...Mr. Selleck just told me to go alone...
And I did...go alone...
And I had a great time!
And I drank too much which led to me sending a drunk text to Mr. Selleck and then passing out.
I woke up in the morning to a text from Mr. Selleck: "Happy 2014 babe...let me know when you get home"
I was Hung Over! (with a capital H and a capital O).
I didn't go home until later that afternoon and I waited an hour to text him I was home.
He didn't respond!
Confusion and a hangover led me to make one decision...
I needed a Stromboli.
Right now the only thing that would cure this hangover was a Stromboli.
I placed my order for my Stromboli. I couldn't wait for my Stromboli to get there! I needed it's magical powers.
But I did have some time to kill so I decided it was a good time for a little "me alone" time...wink...wink...
Basically I decided to pleasure myself while I was waiting for my Stromboli...hey don't judge...I hadn't seen Mr. Selleck in 4 days and I am a woman in my 40s...which basically means that I now have the sex drive of a 18 year old boy...a constant (and I mean constant!) desire ;)
Plus I had 40 minutes to kill...or so I thought...
Just as things were getting good the doorbell rang!
Wow my Stromboli came quick!
I ran with excitement...et um...not that kind of excitement...to the door to get my Stromboli.
I am sure my face was flush...yes from that kind of excitement...but I didn't care...I needed the hangover healing powers of a Stromboli more than I needed to finish what I had started...
I ran down the stairs, flung the door open and there stood Mr. Selleck...
A wave of disappointment came over my face as I said: "Oh...I thought you were my Stromboli"
Then I asked him the question I was wondering for the last 4 days: "Are we breaking up?"
His reply: "I don't think so...can I come in?"
"Sure. But I'd rather have my Stromboli!"
Mr. Selleck came in...and didn't leave for 6 days.
My Stromboli also came...I shared it with Mr. Selleck.
It cured my hangover and things between me and Mr. Selleck.
In the 6 days that me and Mr. Selleck were holed up in my condo, we didn't get dressed for 2 days.
2 full days of nothing but nakedness, sex, kissing, sleep, talking and cuddling...tons of talking and tons of cuddling.
On the 3rd day, when the snow finally stopped, we finally took a shower, put clothes on and went out to get food and alcohol.
We stopped at the local pizza place where I always get my pizza and of course my Stromboli but this time instead we got a calzone.
Maybe that's where we went wrong....
Calzones just don't have the healing power that Stromboli's do!
Because by the 7th day...Mr. Selleck and I ended our relationship...for good this time...and there isn't a Stromboli big enough...