Swallow or Spit

Tonight, I tried an experiment. (Sorry, Regan, I lied. I totally went to The Bird after I left. I didn’t even mean to; the car just took me there).

I ran into a friend of a friend. I think we have plans for Sunday now. It’s a little hazy through all the alcohol, but I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be at his place at noon on Sunday. Oh well. A few texts should clear that up in the next couple days.

I texted Trish, I think, because I knew she wasn’t available. I swear, I was trying to be good. I wouldn’t try anything with her; I have no intentions of doing so. I like her, and I like her boyfriend; so, there are rules, even if no one else gets them. I was looking for decent conversation, and, sorry, guys, but, in my experience, most of you are about surface-level deep.

So, I ran into a guy whose long-term girlfriend broke up with him 5 days ago. And, oh God, did I give him the worst advice ever: Hit up the girls one-by-one, down the length of the bar until one says, yes. I knew he was far too drunk to be subtle. Each advance was going to be like a cannon blast to all the other girls around him. I was trying to intentionally sabotage his life. The truth is, I was in a decent conversation (with a male…what the fuck?) and was horribly annoyed that he intruded. The best part of the story is that he was eying the same brunette as me. Motherfucker.

So, he got to her before I did. They both went home alone. (I may have caught her on her way to the restroom and told her about his history with the recent ex, and that he recently may have or may not have raped one of my close friends…but who knows what the truth is anymore?). And who is happy in this equation? Fucking no one. Well, you all know how I feel about most guys… They can go fuck themselves. He was probably a shithead, anyway (and I’m, of course, so much better).

On the bright side, I talked with one of the bouncers about Buddhism for a good hour or more. And, I’m sorry ladies and gents, but until you stimulate me intellectually, you’re just not going to compete with good conversation.

Although, the night spent alone does kind of suck. I think that tonight, I maybe should have tried a little harder to remedy that. I didn’t.

But there are always machinations in place.

My roommate is catching on (finally). When I told him that I may or may not be available on Friday night, he asked, “Girl?”

Yeah. I’m glad you’re starting to get it.