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Monday, July 25, 2005

Moanday II

The anticipation of going into this weekend certainly outweighed the reality of what was to come.

The Man finally called at 4pm on Saturday. I didn’t have my phone and thus, didn’t answer. He left a message. “Hey I didn’t realize that we had a date last night. My flight came in late, and I had another meeting this morning. I am just going to lay low and pack today. I pulled my back moving something in the garage, so I am just going to take it easy. I’ll call you later.”

I returned his call, “I am glad to know that you got in safely. I completely understand that you want to lay low, however I’d still like the chance to see you before you leave. Give me a call.”

He never called back. He is currently on a 14 hour time difference and shant return to the states for a week and a half.

I shouldn’t care. I should walk away never to look back. Peace out, The Man.

My heart hurts too much to do that.

There has got to be more to the story, but I shouldn’t have to deal with the shitty end of a stressed out couple of weeks.

If he cared he would call.

So I did what any normal person would do, and spent the weekend getting wasted.

Saturday we drank all day, I passed out for about three hours, awoke at 10:30pm, and went into our living room, now filled with people. We were having a party, I had no idea. I started drinking again, then headed down to Ren’s apartment (she lives below us) to go grab some ice (we had gone through all of ours, and another neighbors already.)

When I got into Ren’s apartment she and her boyfriend were chilling and drinking. I ended up not returning to my place, and vented my frustrations about The Man to them. They both rock. Her boyfriend, SB, decided to leave the two of us to do some more bonding. We sat, drank, talked, and drank some more. Ren looked at me and said, “I may throw up.” She proceeded to run to the bathroom, hurling, while I continued to channel surf yelling, “Are you okay? Get it all out honey!” She finished, brushed her teeth, and filled up her glass and began to drink again. I think I’m in love! That’s my kind of girl.

As always, I decided it would be the most appropriate thing to head into my house and dress up. Ren donned my French Maid outfit, I put on my lacey black panties, matching bra, and my thigh high fish net stockings, and heels. The party (still going on at my house) quickly moved into my bedroom, and the men couldn’t get enough. I almost broke one guy’s video camera as he decided this was more exciting than anything else to film.
I need to get that tape….

(Not remembering anything past that point) I apparently decided that nothing would be better than a 3am jaunt to the beach. Ren convinced me that I couldn’t wear what I had on to go there. I agreed and returned outside, still in my bra and panty set, but flip-flops instead of fishnet stockings and heels. Def. beach wear.

I carried my beach towel in a bag on my back, and we headed down. Apparently I gathered the sand on the ground in front of me, creating a sand-pillow, and passed out still carrying my towel on my back.

I awoke on Ren’s couch yesterday morning… sand in my hair, bugs bites all over my body and craving a bloody mary… I downed nearly an entire one (sans ice, as no one had reset our machine to produce anymore… mmmmmm) and proceeded to fall asleep for an extended nap before joining Ren and SB to go see
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

So now I spiral into the recesses of girl-dom… sitting in my cube, pondering if a phone call was so difficult, is an email equally as difficult? What is this grey area that we are currently? Are we even a ‘we’ anymore? If I call TM (whose father was in town from Europe for the weekend and he still found a moment to call me) will I ruin everything that could have been with The Man?

Is any of this even worth it?

I thought
last Monday sucked… the last time I saw The Man… I hate hate hate Moandays…

3 Comments:

  • At 7/25/2005 03:58:00 PM, Blogger hannahhas said…

    Thanks Jacob... thats what I'm trying to do...

     
  • At 7/25/2005 04:35:00 PM, Blogger Rue said…

    Responding to your comments here as well as my blog:


    ""oc girl said...
    I agree with the earlier poster. I think you are also posing as a female . Shame on you if this is true. Women have a hard enough time in this world without this kind of garbage.""

    17 July, 2005


    Rue said...
    I guess you both missed this reply?
    ""apologist.
    Dude, there's no way you could have stolen money from my purse. I don't carry a purse (how sexist of you to assume that because I am female I do) and if I did there wouldn't be any change for you to steal.""

    No, sorry to disappoint yet another attacker (OCgirl) but I am definately a woman. Least the last time I checked anyway ;). Rue is a nickname given to me by my best friend derived from one of my given names (RuthAnn). I am a happily attached, straight woman at that. So there's no point poking at my sexuality either. Unless you have a problem with straight people the way some straight people do with gay people.
    Shame on YOU (OCgirl) and company for assuming I would pose as a woman.
    Why in heaven's name would I do that?
    I'm not the kind of person that would jumped to such a nasty conclusion about someone else without evidence to back me up. It's unnerving to think that because someone sounds assertive in thier opinions that other people would assume they were male. Isn't it more of a disservice to womenkind to have a point a view that only men can have strong opinions?

    Not meaning to insult but just curious.


    ~~~As to your "The MAN" problem. Don't make a problem anymore. After kissing many many frogs I met my Prince. Trust me, the frogs weren't worth wasting more than a kiss on. My guess? He's got someone else. He thinks of you as a fun toy but not as something permanant. Kick him to the curb. I know it must hurt but don't let yourself hurt too long. He isn't worth it.

     
  • At 7/25/2005 04:41:00 PM, Blogger hannahhas said…

    Rue, thanks for the post. I have no idea what post you are referring to or who you are.

    But again, thanks.

     

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