Guess the folks at Comcast have gotten their act together. My internet is back up and running consistently now.
So Friday was fun. Had plans to stay in, but a late call from T prompted me to go out and meet him for drinks. Some friends of mine were still at happy hour (that I had previously planned to skip) so we decided to meet there.
Before I go any further with this story, it’s important to point out that, the night before, I’d gotten a few messages from P. Asking why I was not responding, why am I not interested in him anymore, etc. So rather than tell him it’s because he’s a slimey jerk with less than adequate equipment, I decide to take the easy way out and just tell him that I’m dating someone now (even though that’s not exactly the case)
.Ok, so back to Friday. T & I show up to the happy hour location and are saying hello to everyone (he’s met most of these people before) and lo and behold, who happens to be sitting with the group. Yep, you guessed it. P and one of his buddies. That couldn’t have worked out any better. I was just grinning from ear to ear. And of course, the fact that T kept putting his arm around me and stuff didn’t hurt. Although, that would’ve happened whether P was there or not. But it was just cool how that worked out. So maybe now P will stop with the ridiculous messages offering his “services.”
I had a lot of fun hanging out with T, and he and my friends got along great. I just hate not knowing where I stand with him. When we first met (almost a year ago now) he said he didn’t have time for a girlfriend right now….between work, school, whatever. Which was fine with me. Because at the time, I just thought he was incredibly hot and wanted to jump his bones (I won’t even go into detail on how long it had been since I’d even kissed a guy at that point). But as we went out more, and got to know each other better, I really like him. And we’ve talked about “us” somewhat.
I just can’t read him AT ALL and that frustrates me. One minute, he’s acting like we’re a couple, the next, friends. Case in point, we were dancing and being incredibly physical (touching, holding hands, hugs, arms around each other, etc) for most of the night. Then, when we are leaving, I get a….peck on the cheek? What the hell is that all about? But then I talked to him the next day and he just said he drank too much, was tired, and needed to get home. Maybe so. I don’t know.I’ll have to bring it up the next time we talk.
Maybe I’m just suffering the effects of low self-esteem right now and should stop trying to pick everything apart. We had fun together. That I know. And I’m glad we went out. He’s a fun guy. Even if we are just friends.Ugh. Ok, shutting up now.