Yes, Betsey Johnson did call me a gargoyle. But I think it has a lot to do with just how unbelievably ballsy and mouthy I tend to get when Im seeking out adventure. That, plus the alcohol. Plus, I was having a bad hair and makeup day, so I guess I get the gargoyle comment (and could the fact that I was talking to Phil across the table, taking the attention away from HER?!). Fine Betsey, you win.
More Me-And-My-Big-Mouth issues:
um. What?! News to me!
First of all, yes, everyone knows Id like to start a relationship and eventually possibly get married. But within a year and ½? I wonder how I thought I was going to do that. And the kid thing? I dont even really know if I want kids.
I guess the point is that I spew oddness when Ive had too much to drink. No wonder he got spooked and ran.
I clarified these things on Thursday when I saw him. We both decided not to drink so much when we hang out together. We both agreed to remain good nabes and to continue our friendship.
[Side note: HOWEVERwe both know that sparks fly when we see each other. They just do, and theres nothing that either one of us can do about it. We have major, major chemistry the likes I havent felt in years. Im just not sure what to do with it at this point. And I have to mention that its not just in my head. My new friend from work (needs a name, lets call her Persephone–Ill explain later) has met him twice now, and she tells me that it is so obvious that he and I are completely into each other. What to do what to do?]
Bottom line is, I gotta figure out how to control my mouth, control my drinking, filter my thoughts, and decipher others reactions somehow simultaneously.
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