Do I make you proud?

After watching "American Idol" Taylor Hicks for the win last week, I couldn't help but feel like he was singing a song that I wanted to ask God... "Do I make you proud?"

Last night I went to church for the first time since the breakup. The pastor is okay and the church was okay (although they angered me when they acted all cliquish and the people were a little less Oklahoma-nice and a little more California-better'n you.

I was surprised also to receive a phone-call last night from Kilo. He asked what I was up to and when I said that church was my hot Saturday night date.... he asked if he could join me! Now *that's* awesome!

Brawny did not call... not that I expected him to, but he could have emailed. We talked Friday night and he mentioned calling on Monday and getting together. But I can't hold off my entire weekend. Perhaps I should not be available... Now now boys... don't get jacked out of shape -- seriously! Women want to know that they count. And YOUR planning ahead can accomplish just that!

MW is now fully entrenched (5 dates in 4 days) with an older, shorter, closer version of me. I'm sure she has more redeeming qualities than that. Namely, that she's less than an hour away, has a pulse, and lives in the city which he so snobbishly adores being a part.... oh, she has the odd-jobs of a college co-ed, and she needs to be "fixed".... So he finds her irrestable.

Once I asked him why he didn't leave me. He said that he didn't think I could stand on my own yet. Um. Thanks. On behalf of all women everywhere: WE DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!

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So my trip plans to Michigan are coming along nicely. Synoptic is making plans from his end, I'm making plans from mine. And I really hope that the sparks I kept myself from feeling in his presence, are there when we meet again.