Vacation is for Young Lovers

"Maria....I just met a girl named Maria....
and suddenly I see, She's not the bitch I thought she'd be......"
-Walter Matthau, Grumpier Old Men

Well, I had a lovely vacation these past few days. I took off Friday and Monday with the knowledge that my good friend and Blog Buddy (check out her link) Mary was coming to town to visit Dallas, but mostly to see me. I picked her up bright and early on Friday morning, and immediately received a TERRIFIC hug. I promptly fell head over heels for her. She is exotic (being a catholic, and all), she is adorable (Bettie Paige bangs and a sexy sense of style), and my mother and her seemed to be best friends when they met. My favorite thing about her as this weekend went was that she was a great sport. Now, having lived here all my life, you might think I would know anything great to do, or how to get to the simplest of places. Youd be wrong. But Mary sat through my rambling, shuffling tour of North Texas with a smile and a kiss on the cheek for me. I even showed her to Catpants and E3, who liked her a lot, Im told.

Alas. Yesterday around 3:15, we both (literally crying) said goodbye on my driveway, as she drove away to her flight back to Orlando. I went straight into my room and didn't come out until 9, fearing that I might burst into tears if I thought of anything we had done this weekend (Im still a bit tender, but Ill be alright). She, apparently, had her own troubles on the flight home (Im told a small Indian women offered her candy and a hanky).

So, with Seattle coming and her finishing school in the fall (a business degree, which she will later use to get into law school), I think I can be comfortable being completely in love with someone far away. I know Im in for a world of hurt (Ive been here before), but I think we agreed that if our love is strong enough, things will work out. So Im just gonna not go outta my way to meet girls, and hope for the best. Oh, and pine away relentlessly.

So, did I miss anything?