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

Why?!

The eternal question....
Why did I have to be a dumba$$ and do that?

This is what happened... I have friend, we have been friends for about two years. We would go out to restaurants together, hang out, drink, and have fallen asleep beside each other a couple of times.

Two weekends ago, he invites me to dinner, and we drink. I can handle my drinks. But this time. I may have had too much. We fooled around... do you think I have heard from him since then? No. Not even a text. I understand, he's leaving in in a couple of months to move... but I am supposedly his friend... and nothing. Now, I know I shouldn't care if he is a prick... but, I enjoyed his company and would hate to think that the friendship is over because of this.... but then again... if he is acting like this... then maybe we weren't really friends.

Now, here's my dilemma... a mutual friend invited us to dinner... should I go? At this point, I am thinking no. But there are other people in that dinner I want to see. I will decide this weekend.

T

soooo... you wanna have dinner?

Okay, okay... that isn't what was said. I will tell you what he said. But first, let me tell you about my night.

I had a few friends over last night (Friday) for some canapés and wine to celebrate P's birthday. We were a total of 4 boys, and 3 girls at my place including P. P prefers blonds. So, naturally being a single man, he wanted to go out and meet some blonds.
After several glasses of wine, we decided to head out into the Marina. The Marina has a high concentration of blonds. If you aren't a blond female in the Marina, chances are, you won't be looked at by the guys loitering around there.
Did we take a cab to the Marina? Nope. We packed 7 people in a civic. Fun times. :O)
We headed to Circa. I always have fun in Circa (please note, they serve brunch on Sundays with bottomless mimosas). But, P didn't see anyone he liked in Circa, so we headed to Matrix, another fun place. At Matrix, us three girls start dancing. The boys are having a great time. Except R, R had too much cheese at my place and felt bloated and bitchy (hahaha!)

So, V is an actress, she's tall and pretty. N is exotic, tanned, petite with dark hair. And I am petite, dark hair and very fair. N gets hit on by a Latino, not bad looking, but she isn't interested. V gets hit on by a young, good looking guy. His friend hits on me.
This friend, D, is fair, dark hair, about 5'8". Not bad looking. Anyway, he starts flirting with me and asking me where I am from, what I do... the usual.

He then asks me "Do you think I'm sexy? 'Cuz you are damn sexy" and I say "ummm... sure"
And he says "Sooo.... do you wanna suck my d!ck?"

YES! He asked me. Just that. He didn't say it in a cocky way... it was more in the same tone as "do you want to have dinner with me?" I had to stop and think about that, of course I started to laugh out loud. He must have seen the shock on my face and apologized. Conversation ended soon after that....

Plus points for being ballsy. Hahaha!

T