"Does your boyfriend have brain damage?"

Well, I made it almost a week without seeing him. Friday we ran into each other out on a run and did the rest of the run together. He ran slower so I could keep up and I asked him to pick me a flower. We just talked and caught up. He is missing me more--regreting more--when I'm not around all the time. He said he thought I'd left for San Diego already, which doesn't make any sense. I'd talked to someone about his condo in Miami--I don't think it's in a safe place and he even said "I wouldn't walk around there at night." Between that and the war zone that Jackson Memorial anestheisa program is I think he'll be miserable. He thinks he'll be able to tough it out.

Then more lies--he sort of hung up on me yesterday; he said he'd text me last night and didn't. Said he'd call today and probably won't. I am not holding my breath anyway. Oh well. Se la vie.

My maintenance man just stopped by to give me some money (long story) and I'd just gotten back from a run and am in my sports bra and shorts. He and I have chatted; he's a nice enough guy. He knows Mike broke up with me...or lost me somehow. Once we'd finished talking, as he was leaving, out of the blue, he says, "Does your boyfriend have brain damage or something?"

I sort of looked at him, "Why? For cheating on me?"

"I didn't know he'd done that, but I just thought there might be some explaination for his behavior."

"No. He just made a big mistake. He'll regret it. He already does."

He shook his head, "Okay then. Well, call me if you need anything."