Monday, November 11, 2002
I'm here! I'm here! I'm alive! Just cause you aren't getting my emails...
Good times in town C! OH provided much fun and liquor. Drank too much and almost make an ass out of myself. Luckily, I passed out before I could do too much damage. But had good times with new friends...sad friends, but funny none the less. Strange how that works.
I saw a guy that I had a little thing with this summer. We had met twice before and enjoyed conversing with each other. So one night...I was under the influence once again and he was interesting and he listened, not to mention smart as hell. Also an attractive hippie. I wanted to go to sleep and he offered to drive me to my hotel, seeing as he was the only sober one he drove me. He wanted to hang out in the hot tub so I stayed awake for him to do so, he kept trying to get me to join him, but I was coming down and really tired so I just warmed my feet. So he got out, we watched tv and talked a bit. Everyone once in awhile he would tickle me and eventually it led to kissing. I had a lot of fun with him but didn't sleep with him. We talked about visiting each other for a min or two before he left and then never heard anything from each other. Which wasn't a big deal, as I wasn't super attracted to him (a little crush) but it would have been cool to hang out with him sometime just talking...or so I thought.
I saw him again this weekend and he was an ass. He had cut his hair and got nice clothes so did not appear hippie-like at all (but even cuter than before!). He never shut up. Plus, he was kinda rude. I don't remember exactly what happened but no one there let me talk and when I did talk, he interupted me. Not kind at all. So now he thinks I'm a bitch and I think he's an ass. Both are wondering what we were thinking.
When analyzing his character on the long drive home, I realized that he might be insecure and is trying to impress people. Or at least that's the feeling I get from it. I might (and prolly am) be wrong but that's what I was thinkin...oh well. I don't know if I'll see him again. But it's not likely. It just makes me sad that someone thinks I'm a bitch when I'm really not. And I think he's changed from what he was and he might not have.
-Isn't it weird how words can really work with you sometimes, but when trying to convey certain thoughts or feelings, it come out a totally unintended way? See I can't even get this across to you in the way I want it to.
Good times in town C! OH provided much fun and liquor. Drank too much and almost make an ass out of myself. Luckily, I passed out before I could do too much damage. But had good times with new friends...sad friends, but funny none the less. Strange how that works.
I saw a guy that I had a little thing with this summer. We had met twice before and enjoyed conversing with each other. So one night...I was under the influence once again and he was interesting and he listened, not to mention smart as hell. Also an attractive hippie. I wanted to go to sleep and he offered to drive me to my hotel, seeing as he was the only sober one he drove me. He wanted to hang out in the hot tub so I stayed awake for him to do so, he kept trying to get me to join him, but I was coming down and really tired so I just warmed my feet. So he got out, we watched tv and talked a bit. Everyone once in awhile he would tickle me and eventually it led to kissing. I had a lot of fun with him but didn't sleep with him. We talked about visiting each other for a min or two before he left and then never heard anything from each other. Which wasn't a big deal, as I wasn't super attracted to him (a little crush) but it would have been cool to hang out with him sometime just talking...or so I thought.
I saw him again this weekend and he was an ass. He had cut his hair and got nice clothes so did not appear hippie-like at all (but even cuter than before!). He never shut up. Plus, he was kinda rude. I don't remember exactly what happened but no one there let me talk and when I did talk, he interupted me. Not kind at all. So now he thinks I'm a bitch and I think he's an ass. Both are wondering what we were thinking.
When analyzing his character on the long drive home, I realized that he might be insecure and is trying to impress people. Or at least that's the feeling I get from it. I might (and prolly am) be wrong but that's what I was thinkin...oh well. I don't know if I'll see him again. But it's not likely. It just makes me sad that someone thinks I'm a bitch when I'm really not. And I think he's changed from what he was and he might not have.
-Isn't it weird how words can really work with you sometimes, but when trying to convey certain thoughts or feelings, it come out a totally unintended way? See I can't even get this across to you in the way I want it to.
