Cold Feet and a Full Moon

(What an appropriate post since Hotlanta is supposed to down into the teens both tonight and tomorrow.)

I am supposed to have dinner with a friend tonight who I met through ex gf. I think a large part of this dinner invitation has to do with going over what she needs to do as far as her cat sitting duties go while I am away on my trip and to offer the good will of friendship despite the recent break-up. Which, I think is fine. I already have a “canned” response if asked about the breakup as she is friends with ex.

But, I tell you my stomach couldn’t help but clinch up when reading her latest message on my blackberry to meet at her house for dinner instead of neighborhood pub. My palms started sweating and breathing became labored thinking could there possibly be something more behind this dinner invitation. Then, I thought of her upcoming adoption (yes, of a baby girl) and almost went into hysterics. I had to call S1 and have her talk me down from the ledge. S1 is an athletic trainer and also happens to train this friend and said that she actually got an invite, too. Whew! She said not to worry – she’s sure it’s on the up and up.

Not to mention we've had a full moon this week and every possible friend and woman I am associated with (except for Afunt and S1) has decided to be high maintenance and emotionally insecure.

Maybe that's why even normal, innocent dinner invitations have me running for the door and the thought of taking care of another high maintenance gf reduces my breathing to a gasp.

I am just not ready for this, peeps! Give me some woman that just wants to hang out on the weekends occasionally with brunch and a movie and I am golden! Please don't email me constantly throughout the day (especially, when I have a big deadline due) or bombard me with phone calls - I get enough of that from my clients. And, yes - the actual meaning of "client" is this. Last I checked high maintenance friends and gf's don't sign my paychecks and I have enough on my plate from clients and students who DO.

Is there anyone like this out here or is it just my fantasy imagination working overtime? (-which happens to be my middle name)

High maintenance femes need not apply. Sometimes just the thought of a confident butch throwing me down and then taking her jacket and leaving is very attractive. ;-)