So, it turns out…I’m totally in love with him.
Goddammit! I fell for him! Hook. Line, and Sinker.
How did this happen? I was being so careful to avoid this exact situation.
I spent all weekend trying to be angry with him and trying to convince myself that he is not what I want. Then, all it takes is for me to lay eyes on him at the airport on Monday morning and all of that hard work instantly vaporises, and all I can think of is that I cannot wait to speak to him. So, of course I did what any logical, level-headed woman would do.
I completely ignored him.
My stomach had so many knots I was worried I would just throw up if I had to speak to him, so, it was best to avoid, avoid, avoid! This whole situation is, quite frankly, a bit of a mess, particularly in light of Your’s Truly getting a little clucky over a newborn on the weekend.
I have come to the conclusion that after years of very careful deliberation and self “analysis” I can be sure of only one thing:
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.