Update on the male front. Just keep chalkin em up to experience:
Scott leaves for Vegas today. Bachelor party. Hes so cute in the way he gets excited about that kind of stuff. I told him to win some $$$, but not to spend it all on the dancers. Its very obvious that hes losing interest in me. No more Hi Beautiful morning e-mails from him. No more phone calls. Oh well. There goes another one. Its always a little bittersweet when they just fade away like that. At least its easy that way. No real hard feelings. Plus Ill see him again, I know. He lives next door to Lovely, after all. I wonder if she still wants him now that Im out of the picture.
Patrick left on a few quick trips out of the country, and since his return, weve had a few e-mail exchanges. His notes were very self-deprecating, and I felt really uncomfortable with them. I dont understand why such low self esteem. This guy should have the world by the tail. Hes got it made: a great job, world travels, lots of cashola, nice car, looking for a big house in a cool part of town, nice dresser, etc
. I just couldnt take the overzealousness and the need to fill the silence with goofy jokes. Plus, I just wasnt attracted.
Brice called the other evening when I was out with the boys. Guess I didnt hear the phone ring, but I got the message later. In all honesty, he left a really nice message, telling me what a great time he had and how hed love to get together again sometime. But I never returned his call. I know. I should at least send him an e-mail thanking him for the evening (even though it wasnt very pleasant). Thats just plain rude of me not to. He probably thinks Im a complete bitch. Okay. Im embarrassed now. Im going to go send an e-mail right now
. There. Just sent a thank-you. I feel a teensy bit better. Not that I want to see him again, because I dont.
Hys back in the country, and weve e-mailed several times. Poor thing. Hes been so stressed about the two big projects in London, and last we wrote, he was still not back on track. Hes training for a marathon or somesuch. Which is really great because Im sure he works a lot of the stress out through running and hopefully not as much drinkin as I know he has a tendency to do. How I wish he lived here. Damn, hes cute. I dont think Im his type. I see him with a petite young lass. Blonde. Cute girl next door type. I am so the opposite of that its not even funny.
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