I was running around like a busy little Zen beaver trying to take advantage of my new zest for life after riding my reset button, and I guess “The Universe” has decided to see if I can maintain this peaceful state of being. Keep in mind I’m still up to my eyeballs facing the impending deaths of two of my clients. It does sting to be back on the proverbial work wheel. Because of their situations I am working a lot more hours. Jane calls me on my way to the grocery store dropping the bomb that she thinks Tarzan is cheating. So our phone call went like this…
Jane- I think Tarzan is cheating!
Me-Well hello Jane, yes my vacation was wonderful, and don’t be freaking insane Tarzan loves you.
Jane- Glad you had a great time. We will talk about that at lunch with the girls. Now listen to me I’ve been on this pony ride before, and I’m pretty damn sure he’s cheating!
Me- Why what has he done?
Jane-We’re only having sex like twice a week, and he’s been taking a lot of calls out in the back yard.
Me- Jane twice a week is not so bad for people our age. Tarzan is always working in the back yard, that’s why it looks like Disney out there.
Jane- I just have a weird feeling.
Me- Not every guy is “Ex-hubby.” Just talk to him maybe he’s distracted about something else.
Jane-It must have been a f#%*ing awesome vacation, now stop being so F#%*ing reasonable. See you at lunch.
Now I can’t stop thinking about what what she said. She really didn’t pick up so quickly on Ex-hubby’s cheating. Then again neither did I.
There is two of us actually, G-uno and g2. We have been friends for a while, met through our own similarities in duality, openness and love of listening. Our differences as well as our similarities always border on the extreme.