Play that funky music, White Boy

I'm back from Mexico...perhaps many of you had no idea I was even gone- and well, that's because it was very last minute. Spontaneity. No restrictions. Freedom.

It was so liberating.

And yet...I felt guilty. I felt like I shouldn't have taken time off work.

O Dios, am I becoming a workaholic? Am I a corporate drone? Very possibly on the cusp...And that is not what I want to be at the end of the day.

But it felt damn good to be back at work today. I feel like I have a purpose, I have goals, I have tasks to accomplish. I feel productive.

On a more South of the Border note, Mexico was amazing. Beautiful skies, beautiful people, beautiful cerveza, beautiful hangovers. Yes, even the hangovers are nice.

I met Tingo. He wanted me to be his girlfriend. And I think I agreed to it for one evening...that entailed a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening (and a few free drinks for me and my gals).

I was coming off a great Valentine's Day though. I could only think about one man...well, maybe only two or three men. But really there was only one that I wanted to curl up with and discuss the history channel's latest series.

I feel like I went out on a limb by emailing him while on vacation and told him that I missed falling asleep in his arms. What reply did I get? "I miss you taking up the whole bed and stealing all the covers too! HAHA...Miss ya baby."

Anyone? Anyone have a comment on this reply? The romance oozes out of him through his actions. But the words just don't match up. Like for V-Day. After condemning the holiday as a meaningless marketing scam, he makes a home-cooked meal including a nice wine, buys me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers (roses at that), prepares melted chocolate and strawberries for dessert...and THEN calls me a great friend. Uhhh okay...He started to say something very awkward and strange. He completely backed off and wouldn't finish the thought. It was something to the effect of "I wanted to REALLY do something for you for Valentine's Day." And when he started to elaborate, he said he shouldn't say it. I couldn't get anymore out of him.

In a way, I feel like we are mirroring each other. We both seem awkward about the whole progressing past friends stage. Although its been months since I've actually seen the ex in person, he's still been a part of my life until recently. I'm very hesitant about being serious about someone and starting another relationship that could possibly hurt as much as the last. Like my favorite movie (Love and Sex)says...

Love is like a mine field. You take a step, get blown to pieces, put yourself back together again, and stupidly take another step. I guess that's human nature. It hurts so much to be alone that we would all rather blow up than be single.

It still feels nice to have someone to share my life with.

My idea of romance is much like the one found in Love and Sex. Instant best friends. Strange and awkward. Quirky. Lovable. Passionate. Amusing. Down-right goofy sometimes.

Must run to the grocery store and further contemplate future husbands and chocolate ice cream.