THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!
Has this been the longest week ever or what?!
I'm in a pretty good mood today.
He called last night at about 1:15am. He was probably drunk. I mean, for a guy who's waiting to get back to class and isn't working right now...of course he was. What else is there to do in that tiny little PA town?! I've been there and I can honestly tell you...NOTHING.
Anyway, so he was probably drunk when he called...and unlike every other time...I didn't answer. He didn't leave a message either.
I was kinda hoping he would. Really, I've set myself up this way...having him think I'm accessible to him at any given time (because I usually am). Problem is...that means he doesn't have to try too hard to woo me. I think it's about fucking time I put that idea to rest. Besides, apparently he talks a lot of shit when he's drunk. He tells me how he wants me to come visit. How much he likes me. Blah blah blah...and then he denies it so coldly when he's sober, I'm really quite tired of the flip flopping. He's either lying when he's drunk or lying when he's sober...and I don't take very kindly to being lied to.
So, I woke up this morning feeling a little more empowered than I usually do. I'm sure I'll probably get drunk tonight and call him. But maybe I won't. Maybe I'll be strong enough to wait until tomorrow. Make that asshole wonder what I'm up to. (of course, he'll probably just erase my number...like he does).
I'm also in a pretty good mood today because I'm supposed to be meeting with one of the photographers I'll be working with. We met a couple weeks ago and did the test shots. Now he's coming over to my place to check out my wardrobe. Frankly, the man's crushing on me. Which is cool...cuz I'm kinda crushing on him too. Especially since I'm getting such shit from the man I'm really in love with. Fucking putz...
Anyway...maybe I'll stoop low enough to give the greaser some shit too. Meet with the photographer...get drunk...call the greaser and rub it in that I had another man at my house. I hate to think that I'd do that, because I'm not that kind of girl. But, maybe the greaser needs to feel the fear of losing me.
Has this been the longest week ever or what?!
I'm in a pretty good mood today.
He called last night at about 1:15am. He was probably drunk. I mean, for a guy who's waiting to get back to class and isn't working right now...of course he was. What else is there to do in that tiny little PA town?! I've been there and I can honestly tell you...NOTHING.
Anyway, so he was probably drunk when he called...and unlike every other time...I didn't answer. He didn't leave a message either.
I was kinda hoping he would. Really, I've set myself up this way...having him think I'm accessible to him at any given time (because I usually am). Problem is...that means he doesn't have to try too hard to woo me. I think it's about fucking time I put that idea to rest. Besides, apparently he talks a lot of shit when he's drunk. He tells me how he wants me to come visit. How much he likes me. Blah blah blah...and then he denies it so coldly when he's sober, I'm really quite tired of the flip flopping. He's either lying when he's drunk or lying when he's sober...and I don't take very kindly to being lied to.
So, I woke up this morning feeling a little more empowered than I usually do. I'm sure I'll probably get drunk tonight and call him. But maybe I won't. Maybe I'll be strong enough to wait until tomorrow. Make that asshole wonder what I'm up to. (of course, he'll probably just erase my number...like he does).
I'm also in a pretty good mood today because I'm supposed to be meeting with one of the photographers I'll be working with. We met a couple weeks ago and did the test shots. Now he's coming over to my place to check out my wardrobe. Frankly, the man's crushing on me. Which is cool...cuz I'm kinda crushing on him too. Especially since I'm getting such shit from the man I'm really in love with. Fucking putz...
Anyway...maybe I'll stoop low enough to give the greaser some shit too. Meet with the photographer...get drunk...call the greaser and rub it in that I had another man at my house. I hate to think that I'd do that, because I'm not that kind of girl. But, maybe the greaser needs to feel the fear of losing me.
tangledupinblue:
nice tastes in books! Just wanted to say hello. Good luck with the men issues.