I don’t even know where to begin.
When Friday rolled around, I was feeling pretty down in the dumps because I was certain JBelt was across the country visiting his ex girlfriend…apparently she’s a comedienne and everyone just thinks she’s ssooooooo funny. Including him.
Well, I can tell you I looked her up on YouTube, and she ain’t that funny. But whatever.
So, Friday night I spent 4 hours on the phone with Gizzy, talkin’ dating and dieting. And I decided to call it an early night, as I promised myself I would go to boxing in the morning.
Even though I wanted to sleep later, I went. And it was worth it—I got worked! One step closer to that rockin’ bod, kids! Anyway, the guy at the heavy bag next to me was pretty cute, but he was really into the work out—telling the bag he was “Gonna fuck you up!”
Then, shockingly, when the workout was over, he gave me a high five, along with a “Nice job!!!!” And later he introduced himself as Larry. Scary Larry. Just kidding. He’s the second guy that’s introduced himself to me at the gym and while I wouldn’t be thrilled to date him, it’s nice to have friends around, right?
After the gym, I put on my swimsuit and went to meet my friend Clay at the pool. Clay is such a cutie, with great white teeth. Sigh. He’s got a damn girlfriend. However, we still had fun just chatting and drinking in the sun.
Around 5:30 I had to get back home to get ready—my old coworker John was driving in TWO HOURS to come have dinner with me and see The Hangover Part II with me.
So we go to dinner. And at dinner he confesses that when we worked together, he wanted to ask me out, but he was afraid it would be weird since we worked together. I just sort of laughed it off.
There were times when I thought he was cool and funny, but I just don’t know if we’d fit into each other’s lives very well. We are very different.
Anyway, he insists on paying for the meal, and we’re off to the movie. He’d already gotten the tickets online, but once we arrived at the theatre, there was an issue, so he ended up buying a second pair of tickets. The movie was pretty funny…but about 3/4 the way through the flick, he puts his hand, palm-up, in my lap.
I looked at him and said, “what?”
He wanted me to hold his hand. Is that sweet or awkward? I went with it.
After the movie, we met up with some other coworkers for a few beers. He had plans to stay at one of the guys’ places, but the guy proceeds to warn him it will be a packed house and “if Lucky has a couch, you should sleep there.”
Umm, thanks, buddy.
Normally, this wouldn’t have been a big deal, but I knew it might turn into something else, so I was hesitant. But John had to drive me back home, and on the way there, he asked me if he could crash.
I said it was no big deal. When we got inside, it was sort of awkward, I was tired and wanted to sleep in my bed, alone, but he was like….”so you wanna watch tv?”
So we sit on the couch, watch tv, and talk for awhile. Then…he scoots in a little closer and says, “So, tell me if I’m stepping over the line here…” and goes in for the kiss. And we made out. And it was nice….except…nearly the whole time, I was thinking about JBelt.
Am I a sick fuck? Or what?
When he pulled away he said, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Awww/hmmm.
After more kissing and more tv, I tell him I’m fading fast—it was just after 3 am. I’d been up since 9.
“No fading allowed, unless I get to go back there with you…”
And that’s what I was afraid of. He wanted to sleep in the bed with me. I didn’t know how to say no. So we slept in my bed and luckily, I didn’t have to fight off any funny business. But he insisted on talking and kissing more and more and I finally had to act like I was asleep to get him to stop.
I feel like a bitch, but you know, the spark wasn’t there. Or was it? I don’t know.
Anyway, while you all are off having cookouts and beers, I’m at fucking work because we don’t get today off because my life sucks. My uncynical side however, is thankful that we are having a lunch cookout at work.
I made the tater salad.