Trippin'...

Mister Wonderful is not pleased at my plans to spend the weekend in the nation's dairy capital... There is a "history" with my host... Not real, but imagined on my part... Imagined, I might add, at a time in my life that the only things I had were my imagination and a healthy amount of time spent emailing the free world and ignoring domestic problems.

The point is that somewhere along the line, I had developed misplaced feelings for this individual; I was over them by the time Mister Wonderful and I were an item... but unfortunately I told Mister Wonderful all about my feelings for this person before he and I were an item. Misplaced feelings, you say? Yes, I reply... misplaced in the sense that you are looking for a way out of an incredibly terrible situation in your life, and look to someone who treats you with kindness.... look to someone who you respect.... to someone who believes your pain.

So Mr. Wunderbar is breaking my heart by not allowing me to communicate with him until I get back home. That is a bit of a misnomer: he asked me not to call, but said he would not refuse a call. Text messaging is okay though. Truly I am confused because I do not understand what, other than punishment, this radio silence is accomplishing.