The Best Medicine

I ditched the parents this afternoon — said I wanted to take a nap — and sent a text message to Ryan. He was at the Lowe’s near my house, abandoned his cart of mulch and came on over. (He said he actually had to abandon his cart as he had a visible erection. Hee hee.)

I told Ryan last night that things with the “other guy” were over. I also told him about the $100-cash-for-lingerie deal. He thought it was weird but seemed excited he would benefit.

This morning I went through my post-break-up thought process, which always is, “I need to stop dating and I need to stop seeing Ryan.” I’m glad I didn’t follow through with that, as this afternoon was a sheer delight. Sigh.

He’s going to be umpiring some softball games starting next month, and mentioned me coming to see him. I told him he’d have to have me over to watch playoff hockey on his big-ass TV and he readily agreed. He also talked about taking me out to dinner, mainly to wear the Scott-purchased lingerie.

As always, we’ll see if any of this pans out.

But, he definitely made me ask, “Scott who?”