Absit Omen May The Omen Be Absent...

Last night was a long one, once again. Chuck insisted on spending the night, even though I completely protested, telling him I would be fine. I could tell he was more than a little disappointed that I didn't offer to share my bed with him. I don't typically make a habit of hopping into bed with men after only a week. Yeah, I screwed up the other night. I'll be the first to admit it, but that doesn't mean I need to continue to do so. I don't want to give Chuck the wrong idea. He's a great guy, it's just- it's not there. The chemistry, the chemistry I had with- nope. Stopping myself. Not going there.

Chuck sat up with me, going over every detail of my day, and his. Trying to figure out how this "mysterious phone call" was placed. He had been over his apartment with a fine tooth comb. Nothing, absolutely nothing. I kept telling him not to worry about it. It's over. I'm fine. No harm done. I was just freaked out thinking he was some sort of nutjob. The man won't leave well enough alone. Thank God I have to commute to Carmel every day. At least he can't follow me there. Work was a welcome relief today.

No strange phone calls, no cryptic song messages left on my answering machine. I'm not worried. Going to rest for awhile and then get ready to head to the dance studio. Ballet night. I think after that, I'm going to curl up with a good book. A night at home sounds like fun for a change.