the rain has trapped me inside... unwillingly

I had to attend a partner bbq yesterday down on the south shore. It wasn't awful, it was just slightly painful. We were told ahead of time that if it rained, the bbq throwers would totally understand if we didn't make it. So I totally did my rain dances, tried to find a goat to slaughter to appease the rain gods, but it didn't do a thing. I get all the way down there and it starts to rain as we get off the freeway. I'm not joking. We start on the exit and a few drops hit the windshield. Within minutes, it's an official downpour. The driver said some choice words and flipped off the rainclouds. If I hadn't been in so much shock, I would have joined in. Anyhow, several awkward hours later, I was able to escape. Thank goodness I carpooled with a baby because no one denies a baby wanting to go home before an event like that ends. Thanks baby!

Then I get home and find out that the pre-bf was down there too. It seems like we end up doing that a lot. I actually spend quite a bit of time in his neighborhood and he in mine. But because we don't really talk about stuff that we're doing, we find out about the coincidences later or it's a moot point since he's with my friends and I'm with mine. It makes me a bit upset.

Especially on a day like today. When it's raining out and I stayed home to work but can't work because I can't log on (stupid server problems) for 4 hours and I'm lonely and wish I had some company. And it's been a while since I've seen him and I have to keep repeating that he's crazy about me and I know it. Sigh. Double sigh.

I have to work on my patience. I know. I'm trying. Work in progress. Watch out and give me some room.