Alrighteee. Where was I?
Right before Jack arrived at my place, I was switching out purses and went to put some cash in my little handbag when I noticed that my wallet was not in my purse! I went to look in my car. Not there! I looked everywhere. No wallet anywhere!! Oh great. Who’s the Walletless Wonder now?!
About a minute later, Jack was at my door—looking handsome and handing me a bottle of vino. I invited him in, and he looked around my place telling me how much he loved it [Bonus points, my man]. Almost immediately, I told him that I had to tell him something. He looked at me kinda funny. I told him that it wasn’t a joke, but that I couldn’t find my wallet! He laughed. I told him I was serious. He laughed again and asked me why I thought I needed a wallet! Luckily, the hockey tickets weren’t in that sucker!!
Went to the game and had a really good time (even though the game sucked). We started out watching the ice, but soon just turned to each other and talked and laughed and ate and drank (two beers he had three). His accent is so darling on him, even though I could tell that he was stifling the “f” word quite a bit .which really makes me laugh because I bet I use it as much as he does (could be moreso now since my work complications). But it’s just so funny to hear a Sopranos accent come out of such a cute guy!
When we got back to my place, I invited him in for a nightcap (ooh, sounds classy, eh?). He came in and I opened a bottle of wine (two sips for me. I do keep inching my way up, don’t I?), and we talked a little more. He told me that my apartment reminded him of the place he lived in the Bronx when he was little. No wonder he loved it so much when he first walked in!
At 11:30, I think I let out a little yawn and he told me that he should be going. I was exhausted and had another shitty workday inching its way closer. I didn’t mention that fact to Jack. His work ethic is extremely admirable.
He left without a kiss or even a hug, and I don’t really know what to make of that. There you go. How anticlimactic, huh? That’s what I thought. And I haven’t heard from him since. I wish I hadn’t made such a big deal of the whole DATE thing and built it up because it turned out to be nothing but embarrassment for me because of the whole wallet debacle which wasn’t even really a big deal in the end.
I guess my problem is that I make it all so dramatic. I guess that time doesn’t really stop during a kiss and there are no such things as white knights and I’m not going to hear bells and whistles when I meet the one, and I’m not really gonna just “know” like everyone says.
And as for Theo .I’m sick of him stringing me along. We have “tentative” wait-n-see plans for tonight. I haven’t heard a peep from him since Wednesday. I’m sick of these fucking last-minute guys. They won’t make firm plans. And I bet I know why. But it depresses me too much to put it in writing right now.
I’m less than first choice in so many, many, many ways. And that saddens me.
I’m closing now because I’ve depressed the hell out of myself and there’s still work to be done. I refuse to be sitting here at 9:00 tonight.
Oh and one more sucky thing: the wallet—stolen! I figured out that it was taken from my office here at work. Yep. Just one more thing to add to my All Things Monday list.
Going.
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