I spent Superbowl Sunday spent and alone. There were parties I was invited to, but just felt like I needed the down time with all the work I’ve been dealing with. And after a long, arduous work week, I was at Burning Man headquarters early Saturday morning for meetings.
So Sunday I slept in until 11:30am. I would have slept later had it not been for a noon brunch date. I’ll save him for another post. Went to Kabuki Hot Springs and passed out in the steam room. Came home and relaxed. I was watching Superbowl highlights when a text came through from Nate–soon after I had blogged about him.
nate: just finished a super bowl party right by your house. your light is on. want me to stop in?
me: absolutely fucking not.
me: nate, i didn’t think i needed to spell this out…but we are not friends. you are not welcome in my home. i care about you in the sense that if you were kidnapped or murdered, i would sniffle a few tears. please leave me alone.
nate: ok catherine
nate: sweet dreams catherine
So I spent late night Sunday aflutter, ready to cry, wondering how I could let this guy entangle me for the past three years. I feel so stupid and ashamed. I just wanted to sleep it off and wake up–a new day, a new beginning. But the jingle of the text indicator woke me up in the middle of the night.
nate (2:45am): why are you so mad at me?