Blast From The Past

Note:This blog is about me, since I can't tell it without involving others. Their names have been changed to little nicknames. Their names are tagged so you can reveiw their backstories. If you need more info fire off an email, as long as it wont ID them I'll tell you

I spent most of the day at home, the whole day in fact. Initially I was watching Spike tonight while MyGirl went out with her friends for her birthday. Plans would change, more than I could've wanted.

Pretty nice little morning I woke up to Spike and MyGirl heading out the door. Peace, quiet, and an empty house makes productive time for me. While developing freelancing leads and working on more ways to support myself online, I started thinking about Spike.

Anticipating my time with Spike, I called LoneRanger, letting him know I wouldn't be joining him for drinks tonight. His disappointment at losing his designated driver was clear. No matter to me, with Spike on my mind, I called MyGirl to tell Spike I loved him. I don't know that I've done that before called him directly but his happiness warmed my heart.

Tiring, as the afternoon passed I decided a nap was in order. Startled awake, by MyGirl barrelling through the house to get ready for her dinner with her friends. I made my way up stairs to find out; was this just MyGirls normal tardiness, or was there a reason she was flying around my house.

With serious pleasure, I found out she would not be going to Fullerton, my old neighborhood, for dinner. Plans had changed they were now earlier and she would be heading out to Long Beach instead. As she mentioned their new plans involved a restaurant named Spaghettini, a small tinge of familiarity hit me. Easily swept away by my joy at her no longer going to Fullerton, I moved on from the familiarity.

When I originally heard of her plans to go to The Twisted Vine with her friends for dinner, my anxiety rose. At worst, the neighborhood I spent my time in while we were seperated is ripe with opportunity for run-ins with my bad friends and old hook-ups. At best she will be reminded of me cheating and leaving her for a year and a half.

As I sat, working away on writing projects, my cell lit up with MyGirl's number on-screen. Immediately apprehension set in. A call while she was with her friends was out of the norm. Apprehension became dread when I heard the words "I think the girl serving us is on your MySpace friends" The minute MyGirl used the word MySpace, I knew I was in trouble--During the time we were seperated MyGirl used, what she still calls Spyspace, to track me and my friends.

As she described, Pocahontas, her waitress that she couldn't name and even described her friends, I fiegned ignorance. Hanging up the phone with her I immidiately called ShyTown, who lived with me in Fullerton, and dated Slamber for the few dates I had with Pocahontas. (I should clarify here date is a strong word, we hung out a few times)

Laughing we discussed the fact that only I would have such luck; MyGirl goes out one of her two times a year, travels 45 minutes to a random restaurant, ends up sitting in the section Pocahontas, who I cheated on CrownTown with.

While Me and ShyTown talked this out we figured something out. Since I was cheating on MyGirl when I met CrownTown, MyGirl might actually pleased about Pocahontas since that meant I had cheated on CrownTown as well. As soon as MyGirl got home I came clean about Pocahontas, and shockingly everything was fine. I expected a blowup , but nothing. Since that went so well I also let her no I had hooked-up with CrownTowns friend Barbie, again no big explosion. Man this honesty thing is starting to really work out.