Oh dear, I'm starting to lose that lovin' feeling. Pam isn't as important as she used to be. I think the heart can't handle the constant cruelty. She won't speak with me and lies about the reason. She's told my sons that it's illegal for them to speak to me. I am so proud of my elder son telling the Judge to remove him from any complaint Pam files, as he has a great father. The phone company called me at 1AM this morning to tell me that my account had been compromised and that someone had released one of my expensive phones--the one that I gave the younger son. I fear that he'd been mugged, but the protection order forbids me from contacting him or my wife.
My attorney doesn't seem to care about this. He's off negotiating my W out of the D suit. (Doing a great job, just not the one I wish we could be doing right now.)
C., A really fun, bright, young, attractive, supportive lady asked me out Saturday night. I didn't realize that it was a date until too late. (She's nine years my junior, so I didn't dream that I could merit such a woman.) I think I said, "Yes." to a group outing and got a romantic date instead. She even sealed the deal with a kiss on the cheek, in public no less. (I officially declare her to be only the second person to do so romantically, so don't think too badly of me.) So now I'm buoyed by the hope that there is a romance-filled life after Pam.
I thought about asking Pam about her feelings, but it would seem boastful. I believe that the only question that I can fairly ask involves the garage door Saturday noon. If it has no-way or go-away, then I'm going to hold C's hand. If it says Pam-might-reconcile-someday, then I'll have to cancel at the last minute or find a way to defer the romance for Pam's benefit.
