Boys, boys, boys.

Boys are confusing. And stupid. They come into your life and try to complicate everything and then they fuck back off right out of your life.

It'd be somewhat of an understatement to say I'd appreciate some stability.

I'm not mad or anything about it.

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Well this is how I got Coffee back into my life for a total of an hour and ten minutes. I called him at two in the morning and was as stated in the previous post. Completely goneskis.

Me: Hullo?! [I honestly didn't think he would pick up]
Him: Hey hey [And just him saying hey hey made me a little fuzzy in the brain. A little fuzzier than usual.]
Me: What are you doing??
Him: My friend just crashed his car and I have to pick him up from the police station.
Me: Oh. [Shitshitshit, why the heck is my brain not functioning properly?? function!] That's ... terrible.
Him: Yes. Are you drinking?
Me: No. [Shut up, I had stopped]
Him: Where are you?
Me: I'm at the Cross.
Him: ... Well.
Me: Rightio. Well you do your thing. And. Call me!

I then hang up and slink back to my friends. Ohmygod,ohmygod, what have I done? Who the heck tells someone to call them after they tell them they're going to the police station?? I give myself so many headslaps that I may be permanently concussed.

So I give him a message the very next morning, because there's no way that I can keep on injuring my head in this manner.

"No more champagne ever. I'm v v sorry. I hope your friend is ok."

And he calls me back! I almost fell off the bed because I seriously was expecting another two months of mind-exploding silence.

And ... he's drunk. It's officially a game of drunk dial ping pong.

He talks to me for a little over an hour before I tell him he had better sleep because he has work.. in seven hours. And can I just say I have no idea how to feel about that? Like I'm obviously no stranger to the drunk dial and who am I to be so judgey judgey when I called him first? But can I just say that I find he reciprocates and responds so much better when he's on something and should I be offended by that??? And this is what I mean by he turns me into a spazmoid. If it was any other person this would be so clear cut and I would instinctively do the right thing instead of flip flopping like a dying fish on a hotplate.

Anyway he asked me to play human alarm clock but I haven't heard anything since.

Sigh. Next.

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There's this customer at work, he is just a very very nice guy and he's been crushing on me for a while, but I am just waving my hands in a frantic semaphore of "no.". I would never date a poker player. I cannot fathom the amount of time I've spent in the casino unwillingly and then try to wrap my head around the fact that someone would spend the same amount of time in there for fun. Nice guy but no chance.

So I'm attending to him yesterday and suddenly the hand gets big and he's paying attention to the cards.

and he says very quietly:

Mush, I love you.

In all honesty, what kind of reaction would you have if someone said that to you, so spur of the nothing?

And so I did something, and it was completely unintentional [seriously, he should pick someone more classy for a declaration like that]

I laughed.

M: AHAHAH.. sorry? what?

Him: ....... nothing.. I love your work.

M: Fantastic.

And I left him to it.


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The return of Smiley guy.

http://lifeimitation.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationships-that-are-short-and-bitter.html

In all honesty if I never saw this guy again, I probably wouldn't blink too hard at the thought. In fact, I probably wouldn't blink.

Campbell thinks it cute, and he's cute and I'm probably misconstruing everything by my oversensitivity.

C: He probably thinks you're pretty and just doesn't know how to say it!

M: How about.. you're pretty?!

Anyway, I hadn't seen him around when all of a sudden before my shift he slides into the chair across from mine. Seriously, the presumption.

And this is how he starts the conversation [bearing in mind that I was in a good mood and I actually thought I was having a good hair/face morning.]

S: Your eyes are so red and watery. Are they ok?

Is he aware that ordinary people don't start with the insults until after the obligatory greeting of hello/hi/konnichiwa or hey hey?! No? Someone missed a class in social niceties growing up.

M: [Icy as can be] It's seven in the morning. They are. fine.

S: Oh well they look painful.

Someone is going to get a dose of pain in a minute, and it's not going to be me. He changes the subject before I can kick him in the weiner.

And then we go back down that road of incredibly random conversation and I'm weary of talking to people who I don't really want to talk to. I spend four days a week talking to people who I find mind numbingly repulsive. [The cause of my extortionate phone bill that I'm trying to overcompensate by talking to people that I love.] And he's making me exhausted before my shift. I don't think it shows on my face however because he probably would have commented on how wrinkly I'm becoming.

I mention it to Campbell when I get upstairs, and she coos "That's so sweet! It shows that he really cares! He probably thought you were crying!" And I've said it before sometimes I question how Campbell and I ended up in the same universe, in the same dimension much less the same bar.