Tricks, Treats, and Randomness: Part Two
While I was on the phone with Bradshaw, I had walked away from the computer that was basically the catalyst for my anger, not just Tuesday but the rest of the week too. I had calmed down by the time I got off the phone, but the cosmos were still working against me. When I went back to the computer to finally finish my homework, there was another window on the screen, flashing at me mockingly.This was getting ridiculous.
I resigned myself to having another pointless conversation, delaying sleep even more. (Because at this point, I was exhausted.) All I had to do was read the first two sentences Grease Monkey typed to know that it was going to be an interesting conversation.
hey shorty. I’m a little drunk, but I wasn’t to say happy Halloween.
I returned the holiday greeting and hoped that would be the end of it.
It wasn’t.
Now, before I go on, you need a bit of backstory. GM was Iris’ best friend, and he’s wanted me for as long as I can remember. We flirt, but every time I gave it a chance, it felt weird. In February, he came to College Town to spend the weekend with me. Once he was here, it felt weird, and my maturity flew out my sixth story window. I asked Bradshaw to save me. She called, drunk, and asked me to stay with her, so I did, leaving GM alone in my room all night. The whole situation was awkward enough that we haven’t really talked since then.
So I’m sitting at my computer, calculating how late I would get to bed once I showered and finished my homework when he finally said it:
Did you realize that I wanted you when I was in College Town?
All I wanted to do at that moment was smack my head against the wall and sleep for a week. I knew he was drunk, so I didn’t see any reason to mince words. Plus, he’s four hours away and there’s no danger of seeing him until Thanksgiving, if then.
Yeah, I knew, and I thought I did too until you were here. I was wrong, I
basically led you on, and I’m sorry.
Nothing like pretending to be an adult when your actions were clearly childish.
The conversation continued for some time and we both basically repeated ourselves over and over. I finally told him that I had to shower and said good night. When he told me he wished he could be a fly on the wall in my shower I rolled my eyes, closed the conversation window, and left the computer.
Stupid Halloween.
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posted by nicalyse @ 1:55 PM
4 Comments:
Yes, Halloween is stupid. Wow, sounds like yours was interesting. Must have been a fun conversation. ;) I think you did the right thing though by telling him straight out that there was nothing there. Honesty really is the best policy. Seriously, the things we'd get done if we stopped side-stepping problems and just came right out with the truth. Obviously didn't work too well for you though...lol. But then again, he was drunk. *sigh* Boys are stupid. Well, I'm sorry your Halloween sucked. Mine did too, so you're not alone. :) Stupid, stupid boys...
Stupid boys.
Like I said before Halloween sucked this year! I hate when things flash at you mockingly, there is no way to get back at them. It's not like you can moon the computer screen. I have never seen the point of having a drunk conversation, honestly, does anyone benefit from this? By the way telling someone that you wish that you could be a fly on their shower wall; is creepy and never a good pick up line. So here's some advice for Mr. Grease Monkey,next halloween lay off the booze, catch a hint, and don't make creepy remarks! Therapist Tiffers signing off!
Now that's a mental picture: Mooning my computer screen.
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