This Way and That Way in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I think I’ve decided that flings are NOT that much fun after all. At least this one isn’t.

I just feel weird about the whole New York Fling thing. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s 10 years younger than me, and that makes me feel old and dirty. Maybe it’s because we’re both sort of selfish assholes around each other. I don’t really want to get to know him. I don’t think he really gives a rat’s ass about me. All I really want to do with him is get drunk and do it. And the doing it part is not that good. It’s not even that good for my ego. I had to get myself off in the shower this morning while he slept in my bed.

What a waste of time.

Good thing he didn’t come solely to screw around with me. His friend lives here. That’s how I met NYF in the first place…he was visiting his friend who is doing his medical residency here. I’m sort of hoping that he’ll want to hang with the friend for the rest of the weekend.

I’ve got better things to do.

Newsflash: I’ve just been handed a ticket to see the [football team from this town] play the [football team from another city] on Sunday. Sure hope NYF doesn’t need a ride from me to the airport. ‘Cause I will be boozin’ it up in the suite, baby. Okay yes, it’s a work function, but still. I love me some football watchin’ from the warm, food- and alcohol-stocked suite! All I have to do is make sure to stay away from The Prez, and all will be fine.

Let’s see. What else?

Atlanta was an experience. I told Brian that I was an “excellent navigator” and asked him to drive so that I could give him directions to all the places we needed to go. I don’t know how I kept getting us so lost, but it was really embarrassing. Finally, he flat out called me a liar with regards to my navigational skills, and I called him a sucky driver, so we were even.

I do dig him, but not in that way, because I don’t think I’ll be digging people in that way ever again. At least not for a long, long while. I think something inside me is broken.

Better run. I have a going-away party to get to, and I’m not sure what kind of trouble NYF has gotten himself into while I’ve been at work.