I told you I’m always right

So I went on a date with Matthew on Saturday.  It was fine – other than the fact that he didn’t contact me about the time until about 45 minutes before I was supposed to be ready.  Ok, no big deal.  Talked to him briefly on Sunday.  Then the silent treatment from him for two days.  I happened to catch him coming into my school building yesterday and it was like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough and I was the last person he wanted to see.  I texted him last night and asked if everything was o.k.   No response.  I tried calling.  No answer.  This morning I got a text that he’s in a funk, still not sure what he wants, but he’ll call me tonight.  I won’t hold my breath. 

You know, I used to think that I was a moody person.  And maybe once upon a time I was.  I know that when I was unhappily married, I was quite moody.  Since then, however, most of the time, I’m on a pretty even keel.  It takes a lot to get me mad.  Even when I’m totally stressed, I tend to hide it pretty well and just deal.  But I’ve discovered that men are far more moody than women. 

I don’t know what this means.  I have my suspicions.  I think he wants to apply for jobs elsewhere and because he’s dating me, he is feeling tied down.  If I do get the chance to talk to him at some point, I’ll tell him not to hold himself back because of me.  I think that if he’s supposed to stay here, then that will happen.  If not, he’ll move on.  It will hurt once again, but I’ll survive.  That’s what I do – survive.  I have to.  I just wish I’d get it right for once, you know? 

In other news, I’m almost done with the yearbook and I’m about to send it off.  Koobraey voting is underway and though I’m not ready for it all to happen, it will come together like it always does.  But no rest for the weary.  Now it is on to this year’s deadlines, lesson plans, speech tournaments, and capstone in February.  Though I’ll have to be writing papers, I’m looking forward to my three days off from school. 

I cooked dinner for Josh and his friends tonight.  He’s been wanting me to make stromboli for a while now.  I made it and some fettucine alfredo.  I ate about two pieces and a good portion of fettucine and now I’m stuffed.  Even though I haven’t been trying, I’ve lost a little more weight.  The scale lately has been a pound less than my lowest weight loss.  Just two more pounds and I’ll be in the 160’s. 

Well, I’m going to try to finish editing the yearbook and then get it submitted – least until I can no longer keep my eyes open.