Reconciliation with Jason / A New Love

I had a falling out with Ryan on Tuesday night. It's a long story, and certainly one I'd love to talk about, but won't. Just let it be said that things have since cleared up and the both of us have a newfound determination to once again ban ourselves from our once-sacred neighborhood bar.

Tuesday night was the night that I decided to step foot into that shit hole once agian. I went there by myself. I had spent the earlier parts of the evening preparing myself for a night out. I was planning on going to the Wave for some reason, but due to inclimate weather conditions and the late time, I just decided I'd settle for a quiet evening at the Pocket. It was anything but quiet to say the least.

It had been building in me for some time to speak to Jason. After the extravaganza about him supposedly talking trash about me to JT, I decided I'd clear up the speculation and rumours that had been flying like cupid's arrows on Valentine's day. Jason was in the back of the bar in the off-limits kitchen. Since I'm a long time bar fly and one of the people looked fondly on by Frank, it's never a problem for me to get into the back with the employees. Since Jason was dating Naomi, he usually spends a good deal of time in the back with her as she readies herself. As expected, I easily found him in the back. I smiled at him, "Could I talk with you for a minute?" I pulled him aside. I spoke to him about my situation as of recent and how I didn't want the rift between us to continue because deep down, whenever I see him, I DO want to say hello and smile, and when I can't, it just doesn't feel natural for me. I'm a very friendly person. I always give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I am not used to having any enemies, so the thought of not allowing to speak to anyone is something that has caused a decent amount of inner turmoil.

Jason stood in the dark doorway that I had led him to and listened intently. Maybe he was just telling me what I wanted to hear and keeping the truth of some twisted scheme to himself, but it worked either way. I took his words for the truth and swallowed them hook, line, and sinker. I felt better. Mind you, all of this took about three cocktails before I had the courage to try to start the conversation with him.

I won't divulge into further detail about that night, but it did end up finishing with a bang.

Everything in my life has been straightening out. The raging tidal waves in my life have been flattened out to smooth glass-like waters. I'm not used to these slow periods. I work as hard as I can to make sure that I avoid these slow periods in my life. It's absolutely dreadful for me to spend an evening at home. There's nothing wrong with home, I just believe I'm more social than that. Unfortunately I do have a pile of school work that I need to get started on. I have less than a week now to create a test based on every chapter in my history book.

On the romantic front, I've been talking to a man that has been, so far, AMAZING. He shares my views on relationships, finance, and careers. He's a homebody, a book worm, and a professor with a Phd. He's 34. I can't begin to tell you how many nails he has just hit on the head when it comes to my somewhat lengthy, newly revised checklist of traits and characteristics that my next partner will be required to have. He is six foot three inches tall. He's muscular and takes care of his body. He's extremely romantic, and idealistic when it comes to love. He believes commitment should be for life. He loves to kiss. He's very passionate about what love should be like, as am I. I could go on and on, but I really don't want to put all my eggs in one basket and get overworked and possibly disappointed if something fails. I will say that I do have my fingers crossed on this one.