For the past few days, I’ve tried coming to terms with the fact that I hadn’t heard anything from Ethan. I told myself it never would have worked anyway, that I wasn’t quite ready, and that perhaps I should have a few more flings before I start taking my search so seriously.
It wasn’t working.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I was really bummed that he didn’t get in touch after his snowboarding trip. Was it something I said? Did he meet someone else? Had I misinterpreted all the signs? Why did he kiss me?
En route to my friend’s Iron Chef party in Astoria on Saturday I received a notification on my phone that I had an email.
He had just arrived from Vail the night before and had spent that morning snowboarding locally. I was so happy to hear from him, I forgot why I tried justifying his disappearance just minutes ago. It also occurred to me that I didn’t even know when he would return and I felt stupid for assuming anything.
Fret not, dear readers. I’ve been listening to you and I’m placing my eggs in a few baskets (when I say it like that, it sounds kinda’ naughty, no?). I’m still on Match.com and was considering contacting a buddy from college and maybe reconnecting. We may or may not have some unfinished business to tend to.
It’s just nice to know Ethan hasn’t given up yet either. And maybe I am just a teensy bit excited to hear from him again.
There are two bands that have been in heavy rotation on my poor little overworked ipod this week: Mumford and Sons and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. Is anyone else listening to either of these bands? I thought the title this week was appropriate since it appears another storm threatens the forecast tomorrow. It has been taken from Mumford and Sons “Winter Winds” and is a nice reminder that Mother Nature will again bless us with warmer weather and that sometimes we must be patient.
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