What was I waiting for?

Unnintended alliteration....

She didn't even call for my birthday, and haven't seen her all week long.  Is she mad at me?  Is it that she just forgot?

Gods...

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Last Friday we went to La Feria de Chapultepec, yesterday I helped her with a taquiza.  It occurs to me that I never got to dance with her, but surely she has danced with someone since... Perhaps —nigh!, almost sure— with the guy she went with to that Briseiswise wedding.

Today I'm fifty-one.

Assault

Yesterday Sugeil was mugged, bought her chocolates.

Today we woke up early, me to the garden, she... ¿who knows?

Obsession

I actually saw her with someone. Haven't the slightest idea if he is meaninfull to her, but I felt like dying.

A week ago was her mother's birthday. Yesterday she called me for best Valentine wishes. Can't stop thinking of her.

Going out for the weekend

Sugeil called me about a telephone plug.  I went to her and learn she wasn't going to be there from Friday on...

What's in a miniskirt?

Or in a pair of boots...?  Or in asking me for a sheet of foil...?

Trust is like a crystal jug...

I asked Sugeil if I could do anything to regain her trust, not to conquer his love once more, just to regain her trust.  She told me she had hold on till the end, but the rope gave up and we were done for good.

She also spoke about my jealousy, and about how several people serve several relationship functions, and insisted on the vacuousness of the fidelity concept.

Trust is like a crystal jug: once broken, nothing can mend it.