woe is me

So, i got an invite for my friend's going away party... yes, THAT friend.

And i am over it. And i spoke to one of my girls, who said i should go... with good reason. we ARE friends. and he IS going away.

So, I went. Walking to the bar, my knees were shaking. Never has this happened to me. I swear, I had to hang on to a bike rack for a split second to catch my balance before entering the bar.

When I entered, he saw me and gave me the head nod, and smiled. I did the same. I started speaking to some friends. And about 15 minutes later he made his way through the crowd and gave me a big hug. I couldn't help but laugh. It felt so good. I missed him.

As the night progressed, I continued talking to other friends and he would come and chat with me every once in a while.

I miss my friend, and as much as i hate to admit this... I have overwhelming feelings of concern for him. Which I guess I can't pursue, since he leaves tomorrow.

I hope to see him before he leaves, but it may not happen.
Because of this, I've been in a mopey mood and stayed home... I could have watched a movie, gone bowling or attended a bbq with friends. But I don't think I'd be very much fun right now.

hugs,
T

Oh, elevator boy

I ran into him again this morning... I did not even get a "hi!" I think I got a glance... I think I deserved more than that... I looked pretty damn cute. I had on a pink, off-the-shoulder sweater... Had that Grecian/roman hair with a gold head band... Definitely different from my usual black.

Then again... Maybe he likes me in black. Come to think of it, I think the times he spoke to me I was wearing black.

Regardless, I think I may be over elevator boy. Unless he finally asks me out this week. ;0)

xo
T
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Love in an elevator

Okay, not exactly... But it is the place where my current infatuation started.....

I saw him for the first time in an elevator (actually, every time I've seen him has been in an elevator)... He has dark hair and light eyes (I think... Can't tell with the dim lighting) and cute. he bikes to work. We didn't talk...

We spoke the second time we saw each other.... In the elevator.... We were alone. He asked me if I had any plans for the weekend... He was going to finish painting... He's an artist. Nice.

Third time, many people... No conversation. But I am pretty sure he saw me.

4th time alone again. We spoke. He asked me what I was up to ( it was lunch time and I was on my way home to walk the dog). He asked if in lived close by.... He does. And I then as the elevator doors opened I asked him his name... And that was it. That was last Friday... I haven't seen him since then. But I have a feeling I will run into him again, in an elevator. Wish me luck!

Xo
T


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geeeeeze...

So last night I was alone with my new puppy (who is so cute and smart), and as he was falling asleep, I started getting an anxiety attack. Of course, this is all because of facebook. I don't want to see his posts ( I need to change the settings). Anyway, he was out to dinner.

Still no reply from him...

So, I called my guy friend, J. He asks me what's up, and I tell him. I know J is right when he says he is a jerk for not calling me back. I know this. But it bugs me... especially since the a-hole said he valued me as a friend. friends don't do this to each other.

Forget him.

I'm going to distract myself with better-looking distractions. yes.

Eye candy.

Oh! Look! There's one now. ;p

xo

T

of course... I forgot to mention

remind me to write about my ex... which one? LOL.... the one who's almost married.....

*cue music*

T