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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