Suggest a time and place if you do suggest coffee. Then he has the option of just saying yes, or counter-offering (or ignoring though I hope not).

Zenkitty good luck. I hope he agrees to meet you somewhere.

We're at the airport waiting for our flight. I can't wait to see my Coloradoistas.

He suggested coffee! Excellent! I suggested a place and I'm letting him pick the time.

You know, Self, if he wanted a cute young thing to have quasi-intellectual conversations with, he probably could have found that *at the University*. He's probably looking for someone in his own age range (he's 42), who isn't put off by his conversion away from religion (in the South, good place to look for that). We'll see.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

Yay, Zenkitty! If he's suggesting coffee with YOU, he's interested in getting to know YOU. Forget about those "cute young things." We cute middle aged things are pretty rockin', too.

Woot for Zen!!

You know, Self, if he wanted a cute young thing to have quasi-intellectual conversations with, he probably could have found that *at the University*. He's probably looking for someone in his own age range (he's 42), who isn't put off by his conversion away from religion (in the South, good place to look for that). We'll see.

Excellent self-talk, Zen. And yay for coffee!

So Z (not Zen) (ZnZ?) and I talked some more while cooking dinner. We rehashed some things, and got clearer on others. It's not so much that he thought I might be interested in girls, *too*, but *instead* of guys. That was the mixed messages thing. I clarified that me saying I probably wouldn't continue a sexual relationship with him if he slept with Other Chick was not an ultimatum, or about him, or even us; just a boundary that I felt I needed for my own mental health. I think that made sense to him. And honestly, I don't know if I'll stick to it. And maybe I will see other people, too.

So nothing is resolved, not that I expected it to be. I didn't invite him in, because we both need a good night's sleep. We still kissed good night. He asked if I wanted to get together this week before I leave, and I said yes. I'm feeling much better about it all, whether we end up in a relationship or maybe just friends.

On a total different topic, I have Lutherans in the A/C unit in my bedroom, and I am not sure if I'm going to be able to clean them out.

Hey,smonster, sorry if I was weird after the movie, I was feeling slightly queasy from the camera work I think, also that was one crazy- ass movie. Lots to let settle.

Glad you are feeling better about stuff.

Also, whooohoo Zenkitty!

Hey,smonster, sorry if I was weird after the movie, I was feeling slightly queasy from the camera work I think, also that was one crazy- ass movie. Lots to let settle.

Oh, hell. No, you didn't seem weird. Sorry, I should have given you a heads up on the shaky cam and icky parts!!

I was, of course, worried that I seemed weird. Weird weird weird. Weirdy Weirdson from St. Weird Parish. I had a roommate in college whose favorite word was "weird," and yet she never ever could spell it right. Wierd.

Okay, gotta clean up the accident Frankie had before I got home (I walked him right before dinner! I swear!) and go to bed.

You were awesome! It was funny, I felt queasy and I didn't quite understand why, but then I got home, felt much better, and read 'suela's shaky cam issues, and figured it out. It's all good, no need to cuss yourself!

Aw, Frankie!!

St. Weird Parish.

I'm picturing a campier X-Files set in the bayou. A Cajun version of Eerie, Indiana.