deathtoforls

What an evening...hit rm. 710 at 8 pm to meet a boy for a drink, which of course turned into several drinks and progressed to a really bad game of pool in which I hit the ball with force maybe twice, no only once. Pathetic indeed, I am no hustla. Then as promised Blue Valentine appeared and thats when the drinking really started, for me anyhow. A few games of photohunt and my cell started ringing off the hook again...so damn annoying and rude. I shouldnt have answered it...but of course I did. So, normally a hot german with a heavy accent type booty call would be right up my alley, but as I've been obsessing over a certain hottie from Houston, I was not too excited about the prospects of having drunken, meaningless, semi vanilla sex with this guy. So I said as much to him on the phone, and he said he just wanted some company, so I traipsed off half drunk into the night in hopes of smoking some good KB and having some interesting conversation. Well, I get there, get high, drink some more, and Mr. Grabby McGrabber starts making the moves. I promptly pass out on his sofa mid-grope and wake up about an hour later, clothed and blanketed. Thank god for fucking narcolepsy and drunkenness, because I'm making an effort to NOT sleep around anymore. Frankly, I'm pretty damn picky about my bed mates, and though McGrabber is hot, he just doesnt do it for me in the kink zone, so I kept my virtue once again, and as my grandma always asks "were you a good girl?" now I can honestly say, "of course Mawmaw, I'm ALWAYS a good girl," hahaha. Left the german's house and arrived home- had a kick ass phone conversation with the guy I'm reallllly way too interested in, and promptly passed out in front of my house in my car. Well, 5 am rolls around and I'm rudely awoken by my phone, by the man that is sure he's in love with me. This is a way fucked situation, because he just so happens to be my ex-husbands best friend, and though I was always enamored with him during my marriage, he's getting way too serious on me way too fast. I want a friendship, he wants a relationship, and keeps telling me I'm going to break his heart. He may be right. How does one respond to that sort of comment? Yes, I am going to break your heart no matter how hard I try not to? Hmm, I'm at a loss on how to handle this one. This is ex-husband friend number 3 to "fall in love" with me, and though very flattering, it makes for an awkward situation indeed. At this rate my ex wont have any friends left, and damn if I'll let that happen. I think these guys just like me because I'm nice, and they take it too far, and there I am left to sort it all out. Sucks really, cause these are good friends that I hope will stay that way. So, in just one week I get to see the boy I am absolutely way too obsessed with, and jeez, this next week is going to drag on for sure......how will I survive it? Maybe I'll just let the ol narcolepsy kick in and sleep the clock around. But, I am as excited as a giddy schoolgirl...now I will run and hide in embarassment, a shameful grin plastered on my face