Irish Eyes Were Smiling

So we celebrated St. Patrick's Day this past Saturday. Lower Greenville has a big ass celebration block party. I had more fun than expected. Although when is anything you expect to happen ever "expected". That was a confusing sentence. Me and Keri's theory of the whole "buying new underwear" program doesn't work. Trust me...it never happens the way you expect it to. Sadly enough I wasn't wearing the pretty laced underwear. Nor was I with the intended recipient. More like his co-worker. I know...JEEZ-A-BELL!!!! But I was so hammered...beyond drunken state. I mean...I made out with one of the interns from our company. He was cute though so I'm totally not ashamed of that. But I was so freakin' horny that I did it with Micheal, in the bathroom, with Taylor sleeping in the other room. From what I remember it was great and would do it again...only I wish I wasn't so drunk. The sad thing is that I don't know his last name and I just found out he quit his job at Forty Five Ten. He just got out of a bad relationship and it was a total rebound thing for him. But I'm okay with that. I'm okay with being used. And I would've totally called him to do it all over again, but I don't have his number. What can you do? I guess it's a good thing that I can't get in touch with him because things between me and Peter are kind of weird.

We're talking, but not really. Conversation is kind of dismal. But then again it may be because I'm moving. I hope we can stay friends because he is such a great guy. I wish I would've gotten his number sooner. Shoulda Coulda Woulda!! Hind sight is always 20/20.

With great power comes great responsibilty - Spiderman

What’s up with the world today? And the Best Actor Oscar goes to – Peter S**** for making me feel like such a shit head. Seriously though…how fucking hard is it to pick up the damn phone and make a phone call. Does he not think I can be civil about the whole thing? I mean, months of flirtation, dead skin cell transfer (hugging), the exchange of phone numbers and the tentative date…several tentative dates, he still hasn’t called. I’ve been watching a lot of Sex and the City lately and maybe Carrie is right…Romance is dead. It’s not even romance that I’m pissed off about…it’s common courtesy. There’s a mutating gene is every woman’s body that only comes to existence whenever a new guy comes around…it’s called becoming obsessive. After this last conversation, I knew he wouldn’t call and I expected that he wouldn’t call…but I still had a little bit of hope. And that little bit of hope is crushing me right now. That’s all it takes to break a woman’s heart. Even though you expect it your hopes are still crushed to oblivion. Maybe I gave him too much credit. I just thought so highly of him. I thought we were one in the same. I mean, for God’s sake, we met at the fucking dog park!!!

It’s not about the sex or the kissing and making out…although that would be nice. It’s about have a decent conversation with someone that I would like to get to know better. I’m done. I’ve washed my hands. It’s over. Just a little bit of obsessing to go and I should be completely clean.