Ever have one of those weekends that you would just like to take back??
I've been temping. Met 2 really sweet people while temping, Frank and Jennings. Made plans to go to Frank's birthday party. Was going to invite Jennings to have friday feast at my house, but then I had to get off the train and a hurry and chickened out, or didn't bother. When I got home, I had a message from the temp agency, saying that we weren't needed on Monday after all.....so, since I don't have Jennings' number, I guess I lost my new friend as soon as I made him.
A gaggle of Gorgeous girls showed up for friday feast. For some reason, my roommate decided to cook un-vegan for the first time since I moved here....my food was a disaster with an oil-fire that almost burned down the house.....and of course one of our dinner guests was from out of state and really looking forward to vegan fare.
Among the dinner guests were Alii, the girl of my dreams that I fell in love with a year ago, but am recently unsure I still want (even though she's finally single and wants me), Mia, this HOTT friend of Alii's, and Molly, my big crush...... At some point, Molly pushed me into a corner and kissed me, kissed me, kissed me. It was marvelous. Except that I was fully aware that Alii could see, and would feel jealous. And then later Mia gave me her best make-out-with-me eyes, and said I had promised......so I ended up also kissing her in front of Alii. And then later Molly came up and kissed me goodnight, while Alii was literally standing a foot from me. Of course she made a comment that I will kiss anyone but her. There's just so much more history with us....but of course she's right, and I don't blame her for being jealous....
And then on Saturday, I went to Frank's party. He promised me a ride home, saying that he had to drop his sister off too, so it would be no problem to drop me off at Brendan's in NW. He didn't mention that his sister lived down southside.... His party was really fun....it was at a bar, and he was dancing with me, and he actually knows how to dance and it was marvelous. But he kept buying me drinks, not viceversa, and that's not right on his birthday. I started to get the feeling I was his date for the evening, not just another friend at the party, even though that wasn't my intention. We left the bar at 2:30....I had told Brendan it might be 3 by the time I got over there.....but then we got horribly lost. And Brendan was misreading a map trying to tell us where to go....he was thinking that various streets had multiple names.....so it got to the point where he was telling us to go to a certain intersection.....we'd go there, and call him and he'd tell us that we weren't there, because he was there, holding a high-power flashlight....but we'd look at the street sign 5 feet away, and it would confirm our story. It was 5am by the time we finally got to Brendan's......Frank gave me a kiss goodnight....I didn't want to kiss him, but after he buys me drinks on his birthday and spends hours driving in circles in order to drop me off at the house of some other boy, can I really tell him I'd rather not kiss him?
Brendan was in a horrible mood when I showed up, because of a fight with a girl friend and because he was frusterated by us getting so lost.....somehow we got on the subject of babies--he hates them vehemently--and I told him sarcastically that I had a baby. ....He kept telling me he didn't trust me any farther than he could throw me, so I took the joke further and further, supplying details about how I managed to get pregnant as a 17-year old virgin (by accidentally sitting on a puddle of semen on my sister's bed while in a towell). The more he said he didn't believe me, and questioned me, the more details I gave. Lisabeth Maria Jeffrey Pierce is her name, and she lives with my aunt. I have a really active imagination. So not only can I come up with the details, but once I determine one, it becomes a fact in my head.....so when he asked me an hour later what my daughter's birthday was again, I gave him the same answer. This whole time I thought we were playing a game....you know....one where we both know it's all untrue, but we're exploring the what-if of a really bizarre series of events.....he was trying to get me to break character, and I was trying desperately not to. Theatre-bluffing. ------- But in the morning he was acting really wierd to me. I guess during the night he decided that I was too consistant and too ready to supply answers to his questions.....and that I actually do have a daughter. As soon as I realized that he had actually taken my sarcasm seriously, I told him that I was joking, and that I was sorry about it, and had thought that he was in on the joke. And he wouldn't believe me!! Suddenly he's convinced that I actually have a 5-year-old daughter I keep secret, and that I'm lying to try and make him comfortable with me again. I tried to explain that I really don't, didn't he see how farfetched the story was, and I pointed out a few details that didn't make sense. So now he isn't sure whether or not I have a daughter......but he says that he can never trust me ever again, because I'm such a good liar that he'll never know if I'm telling the truth. I thought that trust was believing that someone wouldn't deliberately lie to you, not believing that you can tell when they do lie..... So, in amusing myself in my own "I'm a good writer and a good actor, so I'll make up a whacky story" way, I think I just lost a close friend.
Someone show me the reset button!!!!
I've been temping. Met 2 really sweet people while temping, Frank and Jennings. Made plans to go to Frank's birthday party. Was going to invite Jennings to have friday feast at my house, but then I had to get off the train and a hurry and chickened out, or didn't bother. When I got home, I had a message from the temp agency, saying that we weren't needed on Monday after all.....so, since I don't have Jennings' number, I guess I lost my new friend as soon as I made him.
A gaggle of Gorgeous girls showed up for friday feast. For some reason, my roommate decided to cook un-vegan for the first time since I moved here....my food was a disaster with an oil-fire that almost burned down the house.....and of course one of our dinner guests was from out of state and really looking forward to vegan fare.
Among the dinner guests were Alii, the girl of my dreams that I fell in love with a year ago, but am recently unsure I still want (even though she's finally single and wants me), Mia, this HOTT friend of Alii's, and Molly, my big crush...... At some point, Molly pushed me into a corner and kissed me, kissed me, kissed me. It was marvelous. Except that I was fully aware that Alii could see, and would feel jealous. And then later Mia gave me her best make-out-with-me eyes, and said I had promised......so I ended up also kissing her in front of Alii. And then later Molly came up and kissed me goodnight, while Alii was literally standing a foot from me. Of course she made a comment that I will kiss anyone but her. There's just so much more history with us....but of course she's right, and I don't blame her for being jealous....
And then on Saturday, I went to Frank's party. He promised me a ride home, saying that he had to drop his sister off too, so it would be no problem to drop me off at Brendan's in NW. He didn't mention that his sister lived down southside.... His party was really fun....it was at a bar, and he was dancing with me, and he actually knows how to dance and it was marvelous. But he kept buying me drinks, not viceversa, and that's not right on his birthday. I started to get the feeling I was his date for the evening, not just another friend at the party, even though that wasn't my intention. We left the bar at 2:30....I had told Brendan it might be 3 by the time I got over there.....but then we got horribly lost. And Brendan was misreading a map trying to tell us where to go....he was thinking that various streets had multiple names.....so it got to the point where he was telling us to go to a certain intersection.....we'd go there, and call him and he'd tell us that we weren't there, because he was there, holding a high-power flashlight....but we'd look at the street sign 5 feet away, and it would confirm our story. It was 5am by the time we finally got to Brendan's......Frank gave me a kiss goodnight....I didn't want to kiss him, but after he buys me drinks on his birthday and spends hours driving in circles in order to drop me off at the house of some other boy, can I really tell him I'd rather not kiss him?
Brendan was in a horrible mood when I showed up, because of a fight with a girl friend and because he was frusterated by us getting so lost.....somehow we got on the subject of babies--he hates them vehemently--and I told him sarcastically that I had a baby. ....He kept telling me he didn't trust me any farther than he could throw me, so I took the joke further and further, supplying details about how I managed to get pregnant as a 17-year old virgin (by accidentally sitting on a puddle of semen on my sister's bed while in a towell). The more he said he didn't believe me, and questioned me, the more details I gave. Lisabeth Maria Jeffrey Pierce is her name, and she lives with my aunt. I have a really active imagination. So not only can I come up with the details, but once I determine one, it becomes a fact in my head.....so when he asked me an hour later what my daughter's birthday was again, I gave him the same answer. This whole time I thought we were playing a game....you know....one where we both know it's all untrue, but we're exploring the what-if of a really bizarre series of events.....he was trying to get me to break character, and I was trying desperately not to. Theatre-bluffing. ------- But in the morning he was acting really wierd to me. I guess during the night he decided that I was too consistant and too ready to supply answers to his questions.....and that I actually do have a daughter. As soon as I realized that he had actually taken my sarcasm seriously, I told him that I was joking, and that I was sorry about it, and had thought that he was in on the joke. And he wouldn't believe me!! Suddenly he's convinced that I actually have a 5-year-old daughter I keep secret, and that I'm lying to try and make him comfortable with me again. I tried to explain that I really don't, didn't he see how farfetched the story was, and I pointed out a few details that didn't make sense. So now he isn't sure whether or not I have a daughter......but he says that he can never trust me ever again, because I'm such a good liar that he'll never know if I'm telling the truth. I thought that trust was believing that someone wouldn't deliberately lie to you, not believing that you can tell when they do lie..... So, in amusing myself in my own "I'm a good writer and a good actor, so I'll make up a whacky story" way, I think I just lost a close friend.
Someone show me the reset button!!!!
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well dont let the weekend bother you too much, its just one of thousands youve had and more that you will have...
Dunno if he needs more trust or whatever; he needs a sense o humor, though.