OK, traveling for work = boring. You really don’t want to hear about it and I’ll just get all pissed off if I write about getting lost and driving for miles looking for a damn restaurant late at night and ending up in a very seedy neighborhood and the god damned train station and being ever so glad to finally find a Lyon’s that reeked of urine, so I’ll just not mention that.

No, we’ll get right into the trainwrecky good stuff.

George Strait concert last night, right? The one I’d asked the horseshoer to go to waaay too early in the relationship and then waffled over having made a rookie mistake?

The concert was actually great. Whoever told me that George just sits on a stool and sings and doesn’t put on a good show is a bald-faced liar, because he walked around to all four sides of the stage. Every three songs. And the crowd would stand up when he was pointed at us, and sit down when he wasn’t, but since I’m not a twenty-something any more, I’m fine with acting the old fart. Which went well with the old fart I was with.

He still won’t tell me how old he is and I keep revising my estimates upward. He asked my age and said that I was too young for him and still wouldn’t tell me, so I’m guessing there’s a good twenty-year gap there, which is stretching it for me.

But that’s not the latest hang-up. No, he dropped a bomb on me before the concert that really makes the single woman cringe, and I haven’t decided which way I’m going to jump yet.

Yes ladies, he’s still married. Lovely. Granted, he’s been separated from his wife for five or six years, but he’s still not technically divorced. So he’s gone and made me break my personal moral code of not messing with married men and the somewhat more minor code of staying away from red-flag waving separated men. Married men are an obvious no-no, and separated men just tend to be emotional black holes, but this deal is sort of a grey area.

Do I treat it as the intent? He hasn’t lived with her for a long time, and pays alimony and all that, but says that he stayed married so she could have the insurance and because divorce was too expensive. That right there rings my horseshit bells, because I myself had a $120 divorce and bought my own damn health insurance. He says she’s batshit crazy too, but if I had a nickel for every ex-wife I heard referred to as nutso, I’d have a bag of nickels. I take that shit with a great big ol’ grain of salt.

And y’all, I don’t know that I’ve really gotten to the real red flags yet here. This guy seems to be getting way too attached to me in way too short a time and I’m not headed that way just yet. Someone’s feelings are going to get hurt, and they damn sure won’t be mine. I tell him to back off, that I’m not ready to dive into a relationship just yet and I think he’s just nodding at me and then charging on in. But there are times when I think it sure would be nice to have a boyfriend, and this guy would do a pretty good job of it.

So I don’t know. I guess I’m waffling again. Gah, I’m even annoying myself!