Bad Luck or Bad Timing?

I have been looking forward to this weekend for the past six weeks. It is the weekend my best friend's baby gets christened. I mean, what's not to be excited about? Free food and drinks and a good time with some really great people sounds like a great weekend to me. Plus I have the opportunity to send a very strong statement to my friend's married brother-in-law who has been chasing me a very long time. Not just chasing me, but finding every opportunity to get me alone. I am sick of married men wanting me, so I decided to bring a date. A guy that I had been talking with and emailing for the past several months; A guy that I dated eons ago in Florida. A guy that was financially well off, handsome, intelligent and treated my like the queen I have always wanted to be.

You see, Jim and I dated on and off for about six months in Florida. He was very good to me, a true gentleman, not too mention he was pretty comfortable financially. The problem was I must have been temporarily insane because I dumped him. He didn't want more kids, he worked too much, etc. I had great excuses, when actually I didn't really give it a chance. So through a twist of humorous fate, I was forwarding an email, (you know the kind that promises you seven years of bad luck if you don't forward it on to seven friends; it's email how does it know?), I sent it to him instead of my friend Dawn in New York. Long story short we got re-connected. I decided to give it another shot and probably would have gone well if I hadn't of invited him to something big.

Apparently forwarding that darn email didn't work because since then bad luck has been gunning for me like my uncle hunting his first deer of the season. Maybe it's karma coming back to get me since my motives for inviting Jim weren't exactly honest and pure. I guess the Universe doesn't like people using a baby's christening for their own personal vendettas.

I decided that if Jim was coming for the weekend, with the very good possibility of seeing me naked, I needed to get back in shape after my four month battle of mono (which by the way makes most people lose weight, but since I was already toned like an athlete, made my well-honed muscles turn into fat) I began to work out like a fiend. Let me clarify, I have a love affair with exercising that borders on obsession. So with six weeks left, I loaded up on fruits and vegetables, starting running everyday and doing yoga on a more consistent basis. As I ran, I envisioned the look on Matt's face (he's the married one) when he saw me looking all hot and toned on the arm of a man that was smarter and more successful than him. I quickly lost ten pounds and was feeling pretty good about myself when it happened. I tore cartilage in my knee. Yeah that's right. I put an end to all workouts for the next 6 weeks. I only had eight more pounds to go and now I feel fat and awful instead of beautiful and giddy with excitement over Jim's visit.

On top of all that I have a monstrous sinus infection thanks to a bad couple of weeks of allergies.

If I hadn't invited him, none of this would have happened. It's not coincendence. The Universe has it in for me. Every time I plan to attend an event, something bad happens. My high school prom, senior year, I had a sinus infection and double ear infection and couldn't go...the same problems for my high school graduation two weeks later.

Solo in the Christmas cantata? Laryngitis.

So now I am three days away from what should a happy time trying to get to know my ex in person all over again and I feel like I don't ever want to leave my apartment.

I guess that is what I get for trying to use one guy to make another jealous. I really want to give this thing with Jim a real chance. Hopefully, my luck will turn. Maybe I need an one of the emails that promise a good thing will happen at 3:41pm tomorrow if I forward...maybe that will turn my luck around.