I’ve had enough of this weekend. It’s a good thing that it’s now going on midnight Sunday, so I can put it behind me. Have you ever had one of these where everywhere you go, everyone seems to be under some enormous pressure to be as weird as possible? Maybe one of you will tell me there’s some astrological event happening, and I’ll think it’s a coincidence…..or maybe not.
It all sort of started with me deciding to try to put Object of Crush behind me. At this point, it seems pretty clear that it just ain’t gonna happen. I’m ever more aware of the fact that he’s seeing someone else, and I just don’t do that “steal them away” thing. So, Friday night, out with friends, seeing The Phenomenauts, and there’s this adorable guy that I’ve known for some time, and well, I went for it, only to be slapped with the cold hand of rejection.
SIDE NOTE: I would like to take this opportunity to tell all of my friends who tell me that I just need to let guys know more bluntly that I’m interested and I’ll suddenly be getting my pick of the litter to Eff Off Real Hard! I now have proof that you are wrong. I will now go right back to chatting with the bean dip.
Any rate, top that off with a dessert of old friend telling me that some day he wouldn’t be so wrong for me, and when that day came, he was going to come for me, and I better watch out. (paraphrasing) He was kind of very drunk, so I don’t know how much truth there was to that, but it was sort of adorable. And then there was a whole lot of odd directed at Kayphore as well.
In between all these ups and downs, we danced, and that part at least was good. I still say that dancing is my favorite thing ever. Moving my body in a rhythm can almost always save me from anything. Also, sometimes I forget myself, and I dance like no one is watching and that is probably the most free I have ever felt.
Anyway, as I was saying, the evening was weird, so Kayphore and I didn’t waste any time in Busting a Move out of there, and made sure to fall asleep back at her place before any more “fun” could find us.
Saturday evening was even more fun, and involved some serious forced attention on someone dear to me who didn’t want it, some false information being spread about me, and then some bullshit guilt trip forced on me because once again, I did not know where to stand or what to say to just about anyone. I can’t say it was all bad. That bit about comparing making out to me with my new braces (oh yeah, by the way, I totally have a mouth full of metal and look even more like I’m half my age now. Score!) to kissing a toaster was genius.
So, today Kayphore and I decided to make that all up to ourselves with a shopping spree to Ikea.
And then we ate Indian curries, because that’s our idea of comfort food.
So, yeah, so glad that’s over with, and now I get to go back to work tomorrow.