So where was I...
... ah yes, the madness of the past week. Well on Wednesday my friend who bumped her head took a turn for the worst, and so Thursday was spent worrying and visiting hospital until she was released. Thursday night was spent at training and Friday was spent having my hair all cut off and debating the merits of the haircut. To be honest, now, if I can learn to style it properly, I really like it. After making dinner for the girls, DPG and I dressed up to go out. I remember feeling ominous about it all. Like the night would only end in tears.
Turns out I was partly right. Predictions of McGill's head exploding turned out to be somewhat accurate, and I couldn't bring myself to reconcile the man beside me with my immense enjoyment of shameless drunken flirting. Which should have been my first tip-off. By the time the night wound to an end, I was feeling distinct discomfort and the exploding head had turned into going home with my best friend (unbeknownst to me of course). So when I awoke the next morning, things could only go downhill.
She sounded like she was outside, and she was. Ten minutes and she was at my door, wearing her dress and high heels, and apologies fell from her mouth. I couldn't help myself, the sick feeling sunk deep into my gut and I had to tell her how hurt and upset I was. It is all okay, I know its okay, but I was so angry. I somehow still have feelings for him after all the madness, the late-night texts and mind-losing. Saturday was going to be a rough day. Generally bad in general.
My friend got worse. Instead of reading all day I spent it at her bedside, and as she drifted away from lucidity and I became more and more frightened, we all kicked into high gear. I ran errands while DPG drove her back to emergency, and then I rushed back towards home to comfort another friend who was having a bad go of things. I needed a drink, so the lovely J-Man took me out for some mind-numbing alcohol. Whee.
And that was a Night, of all things, as I lined up coffee with McGill and flirted shamelessly with Gravity, pretty certain that things were rolling along nicely. Suddenly I turned around, and there he was. Too Cool for School, who I'd met at an exchange dinner so long ago and who had pointedly ignored me at all our later meetings. I tapped his arm, expecting that to be it, but apparently he'd drunk enough that I had become appealing (either that or it was the haircut that did it). I spent the next twenty minutes trying to avoid letting him kiss me, not very successfully, and hoping that Gravity wasn't in eyeshot. Not much luck on that front I'm afraid. And it was hot. In fact, my drunken logic struck again and I decided not to pursue him home, even though I woke up and wondered why I'd done that, especially since I have no way to get in touch with him and potentially ruined my chances with Gravity in the process. Ah the madness. I'm hoping he's playing a 3-day game and that I will get an email, but more likely is he misplaced my email address and woke up with no recollection of the event. At least his blonde and charming friend might remember me informing him of his Pushy friend, and offer up his phone, complete with my number.
Ahhhh the madness indeed. Spent the day at the library trying to keep things sane, with a brief interlude to deliver some bad news. Then off to see McGill and try to work things out, leaving with nothing but confusion after the Longest and Nicest Hug of my life. All the balls are external to me now, so I've nothing to do but wait. Whew. So much work to do tomorrow it is not even funny.
Turns out I was partly right. Predictions of McGill's head exploding turned out to be somewhat accurate, and I couldn't bring myself to reconcile the man beside me with my immense enjoyment of shameless drunken flirting. Which should have been my first tip-off. By the time the night wound to an end, I was feeling distinct discomfort and the exploding head had turned into going home with my best friend (unbeknownst to me of course). So when I awoke the next morning, things could only go downhill.
She sounded like she was outside, and she was. Ten minutes and she was at my door, wearing her dress and high heels, and apologies fell from her mouth. I couldn't help myself, the sick feeling sunk deep into my gut and I had to tell her how hurt and upset I was. It is all okay, I know its okay, but I was so angry. I somehow still have feelings for him after all the madness, the late-night texts and mind-losing. Saturday was going to be a rough day. Generally bad in general.
My friend got worse. Instead of reading all day I spent it at her bedside, and as she drifted away from lucidity and I became more and more frightened, we all kicked into high gear. I ran errands while DPG drove her back to emergency, and then I rushed back towards home to comfort another friend who was having a bad go of things. I needed a drink, so the lovely J-Man took me out for some mind-numbing alcohol. Whee.
And that was a Night, of all things, as I lined up coffee with McGill and flirted shamelessly with Gravity, pretty certain that things were rolling along nicely. Suddenly I turned around, and there he was. Too Cool for School, who I'd met at an exchange dinner so long ago and who had pointedly ignored me at all our later meetings. I tapped his arm, expecting that to be it, but apparently he'd drunk enough that I had become appealing (either that or it was the haircut that did it). I spent the next twenty minutes trying to avoid letting him kiss me, not very successfully, and hoping that Gravity wasn't in eyeshot. Not much luck on that front I'm afraid. And it was hot. In fact, my drunken logic struck again and I decided not to pursue him home, even though I woke up and wondered why I'd done that, especially since I have no way to get in touch with him and potentially ruined my chances with Gravity in the process. Ah the madness. I'm hoping he's playing a 3-day game and that I will get an email, but more likely is he misplaced my email address and woke up with no recollection of the event. At least his blonde and charming friend might remember me informing him of his Pushy friend, and offer up his phone, complete with my number.
Ahhhh the madness indeed. Spent the day at the library trying to keep things sane, with a brief interlude to deliver some bad news. Then off to see McGill and try to work things out, leaving with nothing but confusion after the Longest and Nicest Hug of my life. All the balls are external to me now, so I've nothing to do but wait. Whew. So much work to do tomorrow it is not even funny.
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