It’s 8:30 on a Saturday night. I’m about to go to bed. This is pitiful.
This morning I had to move my car by 7AM in order to avoid a parking ticket. I got up and dressed and took the dog out and parked in the garage, then downstairs to the 7-11 to get milk to make my cappuccinos for the day.
Walked into the 7-11, grabbed milk and went to the counter and realized that i was standing right behind a guy who had a hoodie on with a HUGE embroidery of the Bulldog’s favorite band on the back of it. This band is pretty obscure and I’d never heard of them until BD introduced them to me. We’d spent several evenings listening to them.
So I took a quick and stealthy photo and messaged the BD without words - just the photo. It took him many hours to answer back. All he said was, “great band. where did you see this?”
So I wrote him back, explaining that the guy was in front of me at 7-11.
No response. Typical.
I spent all of today being sad. Got two good walks in with Martini, and that made me feel better. I did some internet shopping and that made me feel OK. I took a nap. I Facebooked pretty much all day. I moped. I cried a little. UGH.
And I didn’t go to the mall; I didn’t clean my closet; I didn’t clean the apartment; I didn’t do the car stuff.
Talked to SexyPants for a bit. I want to clear out my storage space and asked if I could use his son’s truck (sans son, of course), and his nephew has now offered to help me out with selling stuff that I don’t want, so that’s a bit of progress. The truck is another story for another time…and even the fact that I’m still in touch with SP is weird, but it doesn’t really bother me.
I find it somewhat fascinating that the having blues over SP has shifted to having the blues over BD. I only have capacity to have the blues over one person. This is exactly like having only the capacity to be in love with one person at a time. Is that strange? Or is it normal? Because I think that most people aren’t like this.
OR…
Is it that it’s really just the concept of love and the concept of heartbreak? And am I simply addicted to both? Insert [love] here. Insert [heartbreak] here. Insert [infatuation] here. Maybe the people are all interchangeable? It’s kind of embarrassing to admit. Am I one of those people?
Things to ponder.
Oh. I just took the puppy out for her nighttime potty break. As I was getting off the elevator, a guy who I run into quite frequently was getting off. He’s kind of a funny jokester. In fact, one of those annoying types. And as I walked out and he was walking in, he said, “Hey…remember the other day when I saw you? You were wearing a dress? It was like, kind of loose fitting and I can’t quite remember what color it was…blue? Green? Well anyway, it was hot. It was very, very flattering…”
I thanked him and kept walking. He called after me: “You can tell I’ve thought about it a lot since then!”
I wasn’t even sure what to say about that so I just kind of gave him a half-hearted, “heh.”
Weird. And a little bit creepy. I hope he doesn’t live in one of the units that faces my apartment windows. That would really freak me out.
I think I’ll give today a 5.
XO,
GS
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