Momo moved back to his country this week, which makes me feel sadder than I would have expected. When I think about the circumstances under which we met, I never would have expected us to have a relationship, nor for that relationship to be so important. I miss him terribly and am hoping the best for him. Although we will be able to call each other whenever we want, he has asked me to write him letters because he wants to have something to look forward to and wants to save them. So next week I am going to begin writing, which will be quite a challange. The only letters I have ever written in Spanish are formal letters to tell my clients that they failed to show up in court and that the judge issued an arrest warrant. I know nothing about informal greetings or closings in Spanish letters, so I am hoping to find someone who will tutor me in this area. Even though Momo just left, I already can’t wait until the day that I can see him again.

Momo called me today from work, unfortunately I missed two of his calls. Blah! Thanks MetroPCS! My phone was in my pocket on vibrate, and of course gets no bars in parking garages and in elevators and in certain areas of my office and certain courtrooms and…. Well, you get the picture. It didn’t even ring. I tried to call his cell phone, but it’s still “temporarily” out of service. At least I know he’s alive and he went to work. But I still haven’t talked to him and still don’t know what happened to him. This might sound super girly and needy and slightly crazy, but I really like him and miss him and hope there’s some reasonable explanation for everything.

Ibamos a reunirnos el jueves a las 6:00 de la tarde. El me llamó de su trabajo el jueves a la 1:00 de la tarde para decirme que él me llamará “horita” a las 6:00 para venir a mi casa. Me moría de ganas de verlo. Pero él nunca me llamó este fin de semana. Estoy preocupada porque no sé que le pasó. No puedo llamarlo porque el número de teléfono de él ahora está desconectado. No quería llamar a la policía porque por supuesto él no supiera como dejarme y lo hizo así. No iba a su casa porque no quisieria ser una asechadora. Tambien no quería encontrarlo con otra mujer. No pienso que él estaría con otra mujer, pero ahora me siento loca. Entonces, ahora estoy aquí esperando. Lo queiro mucho y espero que el esté bien y que me llame. No quería despedirnos así.

First, let me say that I got such a kick out of shopping for my weekend. I went to Wal-Mart late Thursday night, and I realized at some point that everyone in the store could probably tell what kind of weekend I was having, just by looking at the contents of my shopping cart. On Friday afternoon I went to the Mayfair Hotel in Coconut Grove, FL. It was great. The hotel is designed so that all of the rooms are along open hallways facing a central atrium. You take a glass elevator up to your level, and you can look across all the lush tropical vegetation.

The room was beautiful. I had specifically picked this hotel because of the location in Coconut Grove, close to restaurants and shopping, and because each room has a “Japanese soaking tub”. My companion for this adventure said that we were going to spend the weekend talking in Japanese, which we did, but I am not convinced that the hot tub really is a “Japanese soaking tub”. The room had marble floors and flat screen TVs in both the bedroom and bathroom. The balcony of our room faced an apartment building, however a few feet away from the balcony’s edge there was a trellis surrounding the entire hotel where they had planted more tropical plants. I felt as if I were in my own tropical oasis. The hot tub was great, and *gasp* I went in naked.

I didn’t end up leaving the room at all. I ordered an omlette from room service, which was great. The king size bed was super comfy, and the DVD player also played CDs, so I ended up bringing all of my Sade CDs along. This experience was exactly what I needed. I highly recommend this hotel and I’d like to go back again soon.

I met a new friend.  A male friend.  This friend and I are hanging out on Saturday.  My friend has a fiancée.  Nevertheless, Manchester is livid.  Manchester says that he guesses we’re seeing other people now, and that he can’t believe that I would go out with someone when it upsets him so much.  He seems to forget when he kept seeing the therapist with whom he was infatuated, who didn’t accept his insurance.  (I’m not sure if it upset me more that he was infatuated with her or that he was not going to someone cheaper who accepted his insurance.)  I was upset about him seeing her, but he kept doing it.  He even lied to me that he wouldn’t see her anymore and kept seeing her.  He even talks about her in his sleep.  But I am still dating Manchester, and I rarely think of his therapist.

If I were Manchester, I’d be nervous that my girlfriend has a new male friend who happens to be handsome.  I say this because Manchester has been less than a stellar boyfriend.  I try to find resolutions to our problems, but it really takes two people to work on that, and right now, there’s only one of us trying.  However, he should not be concerned that I’m going to jump into a relationship with the new guy.  Manchester should be concerned that I am going to leave him and be single.  Being left and seeing that the one who left you chooses to remain single is a slap in the face that stings for some time.  I know because it has happened to me in the past.

I have told Manchester that I think these people who jump from one relationship to another or who even maintain multiple relationships at the same time have the wrong idea.  Personally, I firmly believe in the cliche the grass is always greener on the other side.  People who leave one person for another or who have affairs with others while in relationships are living under a delusional belief system.  Everyone has problems.  By starting a new relationship you may be able to avoid old problems, but you can’t avoid new ones.  Plus, I believe once a cheater, always a cheater.  If I were stupid enough to start a relationship with someone who currently has a fiancée, then I know that he will cheat on me too.

So for the past few days I’m the one with the nervous feeling in my stomach.  You would think the easy solution to all of this would be to do a group activity with everyone.  The only problem is that Manchester doesn’t speak Spanish and my new friend only speaks Spanish.  I invited Manchester, but of course, I didn’t want to go.  I can understand why Manchester is upset, but I think he should also understand that I am entitled to have friends and that he shouldn’t tell me with whom I can or cannot be friends. 

I think after all of this is over, I very well might end up being single.