Shite.
A brief power outage at work caused me to lose an entry and my thoughts. Eh, not really. You know where my thoughts have been lately.
I got squat done yesterday.
Calls in the afternoon:
Brian. Called to see if I could meet him during a break in his meetings. As hard as it was, I pulled myself away from my computer screen to meet him downstairs. Once there, he didn’t have time to talk. Just wanted to see how I was doing. I’m confused about some of the things that happened Tuesday night, and don’t remember all of the conversation. Asked him if I should be embarrassed about anything. He said, “Not with me.” Um. Yeah. What does that mean? I should be embarrassed about stuff that happened with other people?? He got another phone call and had to go.
Hy. Called to touch base again. When asked about saying hello “in person”, he said that he just meant talking on the phone “in person”. Wha? Told me not to worry
that we’d see each other soon. Whatever. I’m not holding my breath. I had a bit of a freak-out moment when he mentioned Ethan’s (real) name. Hm. Ethan’s real name is actually pretty unusual. The only way he’d know that name is if he heard it from Matt. I expressly asked Matt not to mention Ethan to Hy. Was Matt purposely trying to sabotage things with Hy and me? After all, it was Matt who told me to give up on Hy. I didn’t delve deeper. I don’t know if I really want to know. Matt’s probably told Hy everything I’ve ever said about him. Including the part about me questioning Hy’s sexuality! No wonder Hy was pretty eager to “prove himself” the last time I saw him. Sheesh. I’m keeping my big mouth shut from now on.
Marley. He’s the guy I met on Sunday who took me party-hopping. Called to invite me to another get-together that was happening last night. I told him it was highly unlikely I’d go based on the way I was feeling by the time the afternoon had rolled around, but I thanked him for the invitation. Marley cracks me up and had me belly laughing and singing at the top of my lungs on Sunday. I’d love to keep him as a friend. Unfortunately, I’ve already twisted things around by kissing him Sunday night. I don’t want to date him. I want to hang and laugh and sing with him.
Those brief encounters, two meetings and a diary entry were all I managed to accomplish yesterday!
I was so exhausted by the time I left work last night. It took everything I had to make it to my car, fight traffic for close to an hour (aaarrrrgghg!), walk up the back stairs, rip off all my clothes and belly flop into bed. It was there that I stayed until my alarm went off this morning.
I have no evening plans tonight and I’m pretty thrilled about it. My apartment’s a shambles from all of this clothes-ripping, tossing, and just plain coming home and crashing I’ve been doing lately.
Aaahhh, the life of a single woman. It’s a dirty job….
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