So Much for Resolve

Anyone who knows me at all knows already that I had a blast in DC this weekend! Here I am just taking the escalator up and into the city, ready to go for dinner the first night I was there… This is when things just went out of control…

What is a resolution made for, if not to be broken? I mean “I will not drink at all in the new year” is always followed with a glass of wine, or a shot of tequila.

So We are introducing a new Character to the life and times of M&M…

We’ll call him, Galan. Galan, for those of you who don’t know, or for those of you who understand it to be something different, is a Spanish slang word in my community that refers to an attractive/sexy man.

It’s important to know we are not introducing him to my life, but rather to the story as it is documented here.

He and I have a history, a LOOONG one. For many years I’ve honestly thought he could be the guy I spent the rest of my life with. I don’t know him well enough to know that for sure, but I wonder. I had finally gotten over him, when he left NM the last time. So of course, I was thinking that he was one of those many men that I was going to get over when I went outta town for a weekend and started over upon returning home. Life was fine, the trip out there was smooth, we landed on time checked in, showered, and went shopping for a few hours. Amazing.

Upon walking out of the escalator heading back to the hotel to drop of bags and such I got a text message. I had told Galan weeks ago I was going out there, and since he never responded I assumed that he wasn’t interested in hanging out. Imagine my shock, and excitement when I got that text…

I called him right away. Told him he was meeting us for dinner, and we would see him in 30 minutes.

And because I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, I will leave it at that one for now…