This is my last morning here before I board a plane tonight.

Pickles, my furkid, has been dropped off for boarding for the time that I am away. We haven’t been parted for 30 minutes and I already miss the guy, even though I am generally not with him during this time. Just the thought of him being locked up in his little metal crate for the interim just makes me sad.

When I get home, he won’t be there.

It is that time again, that time of the year again to make a pilgrimage back to spend the holidays with my family.

It is almost that time again to do my little write up, my little diddy about the year that was, that time for reflection.

It is almost time for my yearly Bah Humbug to you all.

Almost time.

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Classy Vulgar was a little more than peeved when she found out about me and French Pastry. I knew that it would be something to that affect, but I didn’t think it would be that bad where she would cancel dinner.

Sure there I have a fault in the situation in not telling her right off the bat, but there is a part of me that thinks that there was no reason for me to tell her. It wasn’t anything but an outing, a night out, a friend inviting another friend to spend time with them. Nothing more. Nothing more.

Overall, that night was actually a great night.

It was the night of the Holiday Party, or the Holiday Cocktail Party. I actually had a good time there. I was able to just mingle with the people that I mingle and didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

I got all the high-fives that I can from Mittens, who is on a no high-fiving kick right now. She’ll warm up to me.

Then, I got to spend some time with Robocop. She’s cute. I loved how she proclaimed with gusto how I am not antisocial. It just seems like the impression that everyone has of me.

Not antisocial.

It was a social night. I didn’t go overboard with the libations to get me feeling loose.

Was picked up by French Pastry and so begun the second outing of the night. We got there at close to half-time and overall, I do have to say I had a really great time. I had fun.

She dared me and I followed through. Then all hell broke loose in the morning.

Classy Vulgar was not very happy with everything. She thought it was very HS, very immature on how I handled it.

I still feel it was none of her business and she’s very cryptic of the things she does and who she hangs out with too.

But either way, slowly things are getting back to normal. Things are getting back to where things are.

But things will never, ’cause things have changed.

Atrophy.

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While at cocktail hour, I was coached on what to do.

Apparently Coach believes that I have a MO — Long blonde hair.

I don’t believe so. She just caught my eye and I just don’t really know what it is. Is Salt & Pepper flirting or is she just being nice.

My shrink thinks I should ask her out after finding out that work doesn’t frown upon fraternizing. My Shrink asks Why not?

Why not indeed.

Drinks.

So, that is what I did, after some time chatting with her. I just did it and she agreed. It seemed like a genuine yes, but then again, I still can’t tell.

Horrible. Just horrible.

After the break.

All I have now is to wait and try not to read anything into anything anymore. Just let it happen.

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Was that a look of awkwardness that I saw or was I just being overly sensitive and my brain is just creating doubt? I couldn’t tell. Even now, I can’t

It’s driving me a little crazy, but I can’t think about it too much.

I just have to have faith that things are happening.

I guess the biggest thing that I should take out of this is that I did it. I managed to ask her and she said yes, with my fucking awesome hair no less.

Is this the turn?

Is this me, making progress?

Had the transformation started?

I don’t know. Only time will tell.

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