Disclaimer: for anyone who didnt want to think any LESS of me, move along and do not read this.
Ok, so yes, whatever - its 5:30 am and Im BLOGGING. Well, Im eating left-over Olive Garden pasta and blogging about a BOY when I have actual exciting news happening in my life. But, as per usual, it all takes a back seat to the male species. EVERYTHING takes a back seat to the male species at this godforsaken hour in my life.
So, The Baseball Player. Things have been going well for the most part, but for whatever reason I was desperate to see him tonight. I missed him and all of that bullshit, but also the last time I saw him I was incredibly drunk and may have said foolish things (well, things that are even more foolish than usual).
So tonight (last night, technically, now that it is 5am) I am looking cute with my hair all done and my face all done and a flattering top to go with my flattering jeans and I run into him and he says he has things going on but that he will call me later and wow I look great tonight. So I wait patiently, playing pool and drinking at my bar, but then the entire day of errands and very little sleep due to my super fucking awesome insomnia and everything catches up with me at about midnight and I feel the sudden urge to go home. Ok, also I was pouting a little because it was taking so damn long. So, I think to myself that I will just walk home and lay on the couch and relax until he calls, then I'll go over to his place and cuddle (or whatever) all night and be happy. Well, I pass out on the couch immediately. I wake up a couple hours later to the sound of my roommate having very loud drunken sex with her boyfriend, but in my half-asleep state of mind, must have forgotten that I was waiting for a call from mine and perhaps a similar fate. I finally come to at about 4:30 and look at my phone to see his missed call. Now I am too upset to sleep because I know encounters with him are few and far between and I may have missed my window of opportunity that wont open again for days and days.
WHO CARES about all of this, right? GAH. I mean, I should be able to go right back to sleep thinking "oh well, I obviously needed some sleep, I'll see him later" but NO. Here I am, pouting and sulking like a fucking teenage girl who didnt get asked to prom.
I cannot WAIT to grow up and not give a shit about these things. Actually, in revisiting my Sex and the City box collection, I have realized that women NEVER stop giving a shit about these things (well, perhaps until they're married at least). Perhaps The Baseball Player and I will suffer a similar fate to Carrie and Mr. Big where we will date and break each others' hearts on and off for ten years and then marry unceremoniously in a courthouse.
Lovely.
At least I'll be wearing fabulous shoes.
xo
3 comments:
Insomnia sounds bitchin' Chrissy!
Well, I'm gonna sound a little like your friend, or whatever, "anonymous" and say date other people. It's not like it works or anything when you're strung out about another person, which is generally beyond our control, but I don't like the baseball player. I'm glad you're sometimes shtupping someone you're attracted to and think is cute - I mean I totally understand that this is happening and no one could ever stop me wanting to do it with someone I want to do it with. But he's a lousy boyfriend (I mean with this call-you-later stuff). Boyfriends should take you out where you want to go, make plans with you, inquire after whether you are hungry... anywayz...
Anyhow - sorry about your hour of despair turned blogging (but appreciate the blogging). Maybe he'll make it up to you. I don't know the guy. And now you're gonna think I'm judging you all the time again too hunh? I'm really not. It's the distance from it I have you see. :) :) I really don't know anything and I think you do everything right.
Also the sex and the city movie is really good for five minutes when it's new years and carrie and miranda make up. The rest of it was retardaire - Mr. Big what a pussy - he needed her to answer her cell phone at some specific moment to know that it was "just them" or whatever the fuck. That's just gross - not attractive. And, uh, nice move Samantha - leaving hottie doting Smith Jared when you're over 50 for the possibility of shower sex with the nieghbors instead? Not comprehensible. And I'm a Samantha.
XOXOX - tell me what happens. X
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And godforasken hour in my life is funny.
You're good at 5:30am and angry!
Yes, all of these things are true and I totally see where you are coming from, the problem is that things with the Baseball Player are complicated. I mean, there are elements that I absolutely cannot discuss that complicate things immensly and it is totally just like me to choose to be in such a complicated situation. But an update is in order because there are new things.
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