As predicted, last week was a whirlwind. Nothing like running around spastically and sometimes in circles to make the wacky side start to take over. So by Thursday I was ready for something to take my mind off of things. And when Dude started in with the flirty e-mails in the morning, by dinnertime we were ON!!
He met me at a restaurant close to his clients and on my way home. I had a feeling it was going to get sloppy just from the earlier tone of things (and our history), but I had no idea that Id feel so jealous when he finally admitted that hes been seeing someone.
I just had this feeling. And my intuition is extremely acute. But hed never fess up or maybe I never came straight out and asked in the way that I did (after several drinks). And OH, the pangs of jealousy! And NO, I was not quiet about it. And he basically told me that shed skipped town for a while and then suddenly moved back (just like I didbut something like a month earlier!).
And though I have no interest in dating him, well you know. Theres something about Dude that drives me insane, and I HAVE to have his attention.
So I got it and got it good. We kissed in my carseveral times. Oops. And then, after I got home, we had dirty text sex until I fell asleep. Im so bad, but this I know for sure about Dude: he will NEVER be faithful to one woman. He is so easily led astray. The experience served several purposes:
Across the Hall seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth, sorta. He never returned my phone call from the Sunday before last, but I have seen his truck in the parking lot a few times one time he was pulling in at 7am as I was leaving [late] for work.
I have a couple of hypotheses formulated already, though I need to do a little more investigation before I announce my theory:
1. He needs time alone, away from anything that resembles a male/female relationship, so hes distancing himself
2. Hes getting back together with his ex-wife
Several unanswered questions remain:
I dont know if I even have the energy to try to get to the bottom of this mystery. Ive got enough other problems.
Work has gotten ridiculous. The Big Event is tomorrow evening. Whether or not it goes off without a hitch is moot. Boss Party Pants says were celebrating (read: drinking) tomorrow night.
Nuff said?
Have I simply turned into a guy? At the grocery store tonight, I found myself eyeing every man who walked by, saying in my head (and sometimes whispering OUT LOUD),
Id fuck that.
And that.
And ooooh yeah, that one too.
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