The Wake-Up Call

Lucky Bastard had a tendancy to call me at around 8:30 every monday morning. Like clockwork.

I could set my watch by him.

But since our last little bit of hoo-ha, that hasn't been the case.

I miss the wake-up calls. There was something about their urgency. The "hi" quickly followed by some throw-away comments about the weekend and then "mind if I drop by?"

I never minded.

Since the return, he'd been in the habit of returning my phone calls, too. Last week though, after a particularly rough session, he got a little panicked, said the same old line of "I need to take a break from this..." which means he liked something far too much. And when I called the next day to see how he was, he did not return the phone call.

Thus, the drama begins again.

Do I really feel like dealing with this level of drama all the time? I'm not sure. I've got all sorts of other drama going on, and I've got projects to work on. It's not me who creates the drama, but him, with his grand gestures (literally) that make him look like a character in The Perils of Penelope.

To some degree, it's charming--to another, it's just fucking annoying.

If somebody needs that much drama to get laid, or to even enjoy sex, I'm not sure I have that kind of emotional time.

I *do* wish he'd stop with the hissy fits.

My connundrum is what to do about him. I don't like to lose people (until I'm completely ready, and that takes time). I may have to take the tact of severance via attrition.

In other words, find a brand new lover. and let Lucky Bastard slip thru my fingers...

easy in theory...but what about practice?