Two Months in Bullets

I know, I know.
I should have called.
I should have sent a postcard.
At the very least, I should have dashed off an e-mail.

I'm just the worst in keeping in touch. But I'm going to try to remedy that right now.

The last two months have been eventful. I think bulletpoints may be the most effective way to illustrate the chaos that has been my August and September:

* I went to New Zealand and Australia for three weeks. Highlight: Great Barrier Reef. And the pearl outlet in Sydney ... mmm wholesale jewelry!

* Upon my return, FB picked me up at the airport and immediately started referring to me as his girlfriend. He shall now be known as BF.

* I spent nearly every day with BF for the next three weeks. We had dinner with his parents, cousin, friends, my friends, went to concerts, stayed in, went out, etc.

* I started work. Surprisingly more enjoyable than one might imagine, despite walking in my first day and being handed 19 assignments.

* I adopted a beautiful little cat who is staring at me right now whilst perched on my chair.

* One rainy night in Coral Springs, BF tells me that he does not feel much of anything for me anymore, but didn't want to break up -- only spend less time together.

* The next day we decided to slow things down.

* By Wednesday it was over. He told me that he "has a problem disentangling himself from girls that [he] sleeps with" and he "needs to learn to keep it in [his] pants." He said things even more cruel than that, if you can imagine. I'd rather not rehash them. He is a cold-hearted son of a bitch.

* I didn't slap him.

* But I really wanted to. And want to even more in retrospect. I should have fucking socked him. But that's assault & battery, brother!

* I passed the bar and was sworn in - now I'm a real lawyer and have to uphold the law. So it's probably good I didn't sock him.

* Went on a date last week and made out with a Brazilian in a bar Saturday night. The hangover Sunday was less than pleasant.

* I miss him. A lot more than I'm willing to admit. He wasn't the greatest ever, but I was happy. Not deliriously happy, just completely content. I had everything I wanted.

* And that's why it couldn't last.