Unnecessary in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • April 20, 2006, midnight
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Do I ever feel foolish. How come it never occurred to me that Across the Hall’s disappearance could have been job-related? He’s in advertising fer crissakes!! And when he called me last night with the “Hey Nabe!” salutation, well…

*melt*

He told me that he’s been working on three pitches at once. Staying practically all night every night, coming home between 7-8 in the morning (that explains THAT), sleeping a few hours and then going back to work.

Ouch.

He then invited me to a songwriters’ competition that was last night, and his best friend just happened to be a competitor. And I melted some more and agreed to meet him in the lobby of our building so we could walk over together.

Had a really fun evening/night. There were a lot of friends and family supporting AtH’s best bud, so I got to meet a few more friends.

BUT!!! I can tell his guard is up at this point. It was a little weird for some reason. He didn’t really hang with me, and that’s cool. I know several of his friends now, and I was comfortable talking with them and listening pretty intently to the music…there were some incredibly talented songwriters at this thing, including a 13-year-old girl who blew me completely away.

And at the end of the night he walked me to my door, small hug, quick peck, but it just wasn’t the same.

So, I’ve decided to let things lie. I’m not pursuing anything anymore. I guess it’s best to let the dust settle anyway…let him immerse himself in work, his son, and rebounds (if he chooses). I don’t need to get tangled up. Even though I want to.

Oh how I want to.

Started to write about work stuff here…even made a bulleted list. But it just didn’t read as dramatically as actually living it. Put it this way, I made my admin CRY first thing this morning. I think I’ve figured it out, though. Everyone in this area LOOOOVVVVEES drama. Craves it. Thrives on it. That, and alcohol. Joy, joy.


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