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I feel like I should definitely start charging for my advice. This girl I work with emails me practically every week asking what is good on a particular night in terms of going out. And since I am such a nice person that I immediately reply to every email I get so that I don't keep people waiting, I end up spending the next fifteen minutes trying to figure out what day it is (because it always feels like Monday for me unless it's Friday), then what bar is good to go to on that particular day. The worst part is there hasn't been a time when I actually saw her out. Well, maybe once. Other times she just goes with an old "I was tired" routine. Unbelievable... spending her time picking my brains just to stay home after all.
My other friend recently suggested I write a book. Naturally, he mentioned it after I told him another story I got myself into this past weekend. He also said he'd co-author me on it. I told him the blog would suffice for now, and in the future - who knows...
So we did go out again this weekend. I know, surprise, surprise.... Although I must admit, that DC is getting old again. Everywhere I go, there are the same faces I see and the only thing that seems to change is a location. Someone definitely needs to open up a few new places, otherwise I might trade it in for Baltimore. Just kidding... The night turned out to be better than I expected, the place wasn't too packed, the music was great and I saw some old friends of mine whom I haven't seen in ages. All in all, I was having a great time dancing, but the night wouldn't be complete without some twist to it, would it? I was having a great time until I saw him - who I was actually hoping I wouldn't have to see ever again. I think everybody would agree that there is one person from their past that they never ever want to see again. Well, there he was standing twenty feet away from me talking to some people. Why, out of all damn places in DC did he choose the same place I did? This blows. To my satisfaction, I must admit, I do not think he was there with a particular girl, just more like a large group of friends who kept rotating during their conversation. I got sick and tired of watching him after a first few minutes though, so I decided it's about time to focus on my friends. I did sneak a few peeks at him during the next few hours but having not noticed anything extraordinary, I went on to have my own time. Inside though I was pretty bummed out for him spoiling my night.
Now my next confession might come as a shock - at least my friend called me crazy when I told her. I think this whole seeing-this-guy incident drove me later to call my annoying ex, A., who invited me to the party he was having. As I certainly did not feel like driving home, I decided to go and check it out since his place is only ten minutes away from mine. When I got there it became apparent that the party has died out and the only other person except the two of us was fast asleep in the bedroom. I didn't really mind it though and we spent the next hour or so sipping beer and catching up - it has been about nine months since we broke up and I haven't seen him since. Throughout our conversation, one thought kept crossing my mind - should I sleep with him? I was single, he was single, we liked each other in the past so why not, right? Wrong. First, I realized that the reason I was thinking about it was because I was still upset about seeing that guy in the club and basically wanted to get back at him and my ex presented a perfect opportunity to do so. You must agree, it is a very wrong reason for sleeping with someone. But this was not what really stopped me. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but he was pretty bad in bed when we were dating. Truthfully, if I didn't know better I would have thought he was a virgin. The thing that pissed me off the most was that he could get it up, he could keep it up but he did not have a slightest clue as to what to do with it. I think this also was a real reason we broke up. As these thoughts were coursing through my head I finally rejected the idea of sleeping with him, but still decided to stay there for the night, or for the morning to be exact. I didn't really feel like driving back at 6am. We tried to sleep on the couch but since it was pretty difficult to accommodate two people on it, he finally woke up and kicked out his friend and I fell asleep on his bed. With him next to me. Had I known A. would take it as a hint of us getting back together, I would've gone home, trust me... Oh, and another stupid idea of mine? I took off my earrings before falling asleep as they were long and dangly and uncomfortable to sleep in. As you probably guessed, I drove home without them the next morning. The worst part is that I love them and definitely want them back, but that would mean going to his place again. Since he has been calling and texting me on a daily basis since that night, I do not think that going there would be such a good idea. I did not have a slightest intention to give him a hint of us getting back together, but I think he got the wrong message. His every text or phone call ends with do-you-want-to-hang-out-again phrase. I am really starting to think now that he thinks I am thinking about getting back together. How the hell am I supposed to tell him I don't without hurting his feelings all that while getting my earrings back?! Oh why in the world did I decide to go there in the first place? Why didn't someone stop me and tell me to go home instead? Now I am stuck with dealing with this mess as if I have nothing else to do...
As for more positive news, I am currently trying to bribe my friend into going to a Christmas party our company is throwing. I decided I'd go to his party if he goes to mine. Would have to suffer through two events, but at least will have someone to keep me awake during dinner. Oh, and I also think I have a crush on my co-worker... Now that I actually wrote out these thoughts, I no longer think they are such a good news after all, but life is life. Got to deal with whatever it throws at you.