Something New

July 5, 2008 got me a new boyfriend.

I spent that weekend at Mike Schmornoff's place in NE, five hours away from home. Cozy weekend. Happy... As far as I know.

Sir William Pennybanks called my cellphone and Mike answered. Knowing him, Sir William asked Mike politely if he could talk to me, and Mike obliged.

(You know I'm playing with pseudonyms again. Thanks to the Pen Name Generator...)

Sir Williams voice was practically quivering. I was being arrogant (he didn't think he's irreplaceable, did he?) at the same time, I felt his pain.

That time, all I knew was that Sir Williams didn't care for me as much as Mike did. I waited long enough for him to 'realize' I was more important than his freedom (to fuck all those girls). I waited. Painfully.

All I saw was that I was lucky Mike was there for comfort. He was there when Sir Williams wasn't.

Still on the phone, (mind you, cross-carrier calls isn't cheap) Sir Willams asked me if Mike and I were a couple. I told him the truth: I didn't know.

I really didn't.

But that made me wonder...

The line wasn't too clear, and the phone conversation (which mainly consisted of how are yous and will you be alright queries) didn't last long. The satellites weren't forgiving.

That question lingered though; were we or weren't we? I just had to ask.

Please don't ask me why I don't know myself. I'm crazy, remember?


I asked and Mike answered. And what courting guy in his right mind would give a 'no'?

Strange but true. Strangely me.

It was a beautiful weekend. I tried my darnedest not to worry about Sir Williams, and as much as I've succeeded most of the time, the inevitable was, well... Inevitable.

Still, Mike was fine. The weekend was a beauty. I went home with a smile.