Someone among us was at PUMP last night. The only time I was ever in LA should probably not be mentioned. I flew out to ride back the entire length of I-10 with a man who was moving in with me at my place on Saint Simons Island.
We completed the trip with me forcing stops at as many places as he would allow. A moving van full of his shit snailing its way to my place and me backing out with every mile. Then in New Orleans, I found a B&B near the quarter. A car window was busted out, and a box of his personal items was stolen from the car. He went outside (we could actually see the car from our window and hear the alarm) and cried by his car.
I was done there in New Orleans. Before the long ride with a trash bag duct taped over the window rattling all night. I knew right then that in times of crisis. I was going to have to be the one. Our roles were over. Trust was lost. Safety was over.
It took me a week or two to send him back home. I felt HORRIBLE. The man moved across the entire country to be with me. I desperately wanted a man. Just not this one. We had to wait for the truck to get there so we could turn it around. There was an ugly scene where he wanted another chance. I was over it. I threw him out during an FSU home game. Traffic was going to suck.
I did buy my favorite handbag ever somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico. It was a hand carved leather backpack style and it was around $100. I bought the matching wallet for $50. This was a LOT of money for me at the time and the bag was way better than any designer. I have no idea what happened to it. Or him.
So what’s going on with you guys today?