One Basket

During my college years my dad gave me the best advice, ok, maybe not the best, but great advice that I never took heed to until recently.

"Cupcake, don't put all of your eggs in one basket". He told me.

At the time, I didn't really listen. I dated the same dumb guys on and off which resulted in tears, drama, and more tears and drama.

It's about five/six years later; his advice has come full circle. Problem is, I have too many eggs. Maybe I'm still tired and delirious from Friday (hmmm, Island Prince), or maybe I need to seriously consider removing some of the "eggs" from my baskets.

I was so tired last night, I wanted to veg out, listen to music, and snuggle in my bed (preferably with Island Prince). I did those things for the most part, but I also had a draining conversation with "DJ" the guy from Spain from Sunday. I had to explain to him that I was tired and not up for Salsa, then I had to explain it to his cousin. Damn, I really need to work on my Español.

Then I talked to the Old Man Benjamin. Had to explain to him I was tired & not up for anything. Then he wanted me to confirm when I would be. I told him I had a lot going on the next couple of weeks. I told him about my trip to Miami at the end of the month. He was bummed I wouldn't be here to celebrate his 70th birthday. Ok, I know that's mean, I think he'll be 56! I should get him some Viagra (not that he'll get the chance to use it with me!)

Mr. Henry called me. I guess he wasn't mad anymore. I didn't ask him. We talked briefly.

I ended the night talking to Island Prince John; then chatted with him on instant messenger for another hour. We talked about nothing really, but it was good. He makes me smile. Damn, why do the one's I like have one thing or another wrong with them & their situation. He lives thousands of miles away, plus, I found out, he has a fresh baked baby, she's going on three months. And there's more to the story...no he's not married. Thank God.

Another blog about that convo another time.