Low Ego Blow in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • July 8, 2003, midnight
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I am a complete and utter mess today. You should see me: hair up in a messy, floppy spray of a ponytail. Glasses. Barely any makeup (well really none–it’s all worn off by now). Ugly clothes. Circles under my eyes. My guess would be horrid breath. What a mess.

Hy stood me up last night. Not that it’s really that big a deal. We were only going to dinner. But for some reason, this particular event really ate away at my pride. Never mind the fact that I can’t find a local guy, this is the second time in a few weeks that I’ve been stood up by out-of-towners. And I’m not even going to mention the fact that Canuk never ever got back in touch with me after his visit. Bitter? Me. Nah.

I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong. These guys used to drive hours simply to see me. Now I can’t even get a phoned-in regret! Heck, I can’t even get an e-mail reply!! What is wrong with me? What have I done? What am I not doing? What?

What followed an early evening of sitting at my desk at work, waiting for Hy to call was too horrific to describe in full detail. In short, I took myself to dinner and got smashed. Then I stopped at another bar on the way home and continued my little drinking frenzy. Of course, I talked while I drank. To a very nice, very good looking, and very horny married man. Why. Why? Why did he walk me home? What time was it when I got back to my place? And why was he still with me?

I suppose I didn’t care. I just wanted to crawl in bed and go to sleep. But suddenly, he kissed me. Suddenly, he tried to get into my shirt. And just as suddenly, he turned and ran out the door…without even saying anything! Odd. But I’m so glad he did. So very glad.

Couldn’t kiss worth a crap.

This morning I felt so shitty. Shitty that Hy never even called. Shitty that I got so piss drunk. Shitty that I had so much to do at work today and couldn’t even think straight.


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