So Hot DJ just left (see previous entry if yer wondering who Im talking about). What an odd night.
One sec tea is ready.
Aaah. There. Im settled.
What an amazing winter morning. Snow is falling in gigantic, fluffy flakes. It started snowing around midnight and hasnt stopped since. I decided not to get up and brave the treacherous drive to the gym (besides, there was a boy in my bed). So I am taking that time to write an entry.
JT and I did end up going to the hangout together last night. But we werent by ourselves for long. Brandon, Megan and Casey met us shortly thereafter. And of course, everybody ended up knowing everybody anyway. It was fun while we were there. Someone ordered champagne. I danced.
Hot DJ and JT were both vying for my attention, and for a while I was holding court.
But Brandon started acting manic and JT and I both got tired and HDJ was doing his thing, so JT and I split. But before we did, HDJ told me that he wanted to hang out after his gig. I told him to call.
On the walk home, JT and I passed another bar. The snow was pelting us and we were freezing and JT suggested another drink. He didnt have to twist my arm too hard, though I ordered cinnamon tea instead of alcohol. Im all about the tea lately.
I like JT. But JT really likes me, and I dont want to hurt his feelings. Hes a sweet baby. A mere 25 .but I think HDJ is all of 27 or something. What am I doing?
JT and I walked back to the apartment and hugged goodbye. Then my phone immediately started ringing.
First, Best Bud. Shes having a secret weekend in the city where her lover lives. But she was crying because shed wrecked her rental car and was in the process of having a meltdown. I got her thinking clearly and calmed her down. She was okay by the time HDJ beeped in.
Long story short, HDJ came over. Id already warned him that it was no afterparty at my place. I told him that I was tired but he was more than welcome to come over and have a nightcap and it was going to be super mellow.
Of course, I gave him the wrong idea. I was already in my jammies it was 2:30 at that point. And when he saw me like that, all he wanted to do was paw me and ram his tongue down my throat. Bad kisser, too. Bummer. I couldnt get him to talk. I wanted to get to know him a little bit better. I wanted him to ask me out on a date. But I suppose when a guy has made it to couch status he thinks hes already made it past the obligatory date? Whatever. Bad move on my part, letting him come over.
By 3 he was falling asleep on my couch, so we decided to move it to the bed. He slept like a rock and woke in a decent mood, but left really abruptly. Doesnt drink coffee. Or tea for that matter. I couldnt coax him into talking any more. I suppose he was pissed. Damn. It could have been so much fun with the snow falling and the beautiful winter wonderland all around us.
After he left, I walked over to the window and watched him walk through the snow back to his apartment.
Why do I keep doing things wrong?
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