i'm not complaining or anything. it's just that, well, i really wish it were friday instead.
let me try to recount the past days.
monday i crashed as soon as i got home. which is good, because without having done that, i'd probably be dead right now.
tuesday, i went out with the cute boy again. he needs a nickname. let's call him IT guy, well, for self-explanatory reasons. we had an excellent time and i am enjoying the whole getting to know someone process. i also got to try out one of these fancy new bars where you tell them what you're in the mood for and they whip something up, special for you. pretty cool. earlier in the day on tuesday, i also confirmed with the pre-bf that we're still seeing each other-ish. i wasn't sure because i hadn't heard from him in a while but it turns out he was just busy with work. and he still wants to come to this party on saturday that i invited him to ages ago so we'll see how that goes. obviously neither the pre-bf - wait a minute, he needs a new name, let's call him the surgeon - or the IT guy know about each other. and i'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible. i'm not a player or anything, i just don't think that with the surgeon, it's very fair for me to focus on him too much because, well, you know the history. and nothing's really been confirmed with the IT guy, but if it does, i will totally cut the strings with the surgeon. i promise.
last night, i saw my very first serious boyfriend from high school because his band's in town and he messaged me on myspace. we haven't seen each other in 14 years or something like that. it was really cool to see him actually. so maybe you can be friends with ex's as long as you give it a decade in between the breakup and the reuniting. unfortunately, couldn't stay for his band's set because i had promised to go to another show down in wee-burg (that's williamsburg for you non-city folk), and i had invited the IT guy as well.
i know what you're thinking... 3 dates in less than a week? but he asked me to tell him about local music... okay, please stop rolling your eyes at me. i know that look and i don't appreciate it.
i made it to the second show as did the IT guy and i drank waaaaayyyy too much. as in, i woke up at 7am with my phone open, sitting at the end of my bed, my contacts still in, and only a fuzzy recollection of the stupid things i said and did last night. BUT, to be fair, i blame this palestinian guy for it all. he was at the show and took me and IT guy to two clubs afterwards and, let's just say that i don't think i like this palestinian guy. he totally asked me out while IT guy was in the bathroom. and my friends tell me it's because i was waffling on my answer to whether IT guy was my bf or not. all i said was, "no, he's not my bf. we're just dating." apparently, using the word "just" is code for "so be an ass and get my number." but of course, stupid drunk jinnyisms2 can't not give out her number. and later, that same stupid drunk girl can't not tell IT guy that she's divorced. and that the palestinian asked for her number.
why am i telling you all of this? because i've been waiting all day to type the following: i am a train wreck of honesty.
and i mean that. i am. and here i am now, glad that IT guy didn't get all freaked out, wishing i had a pillow in my office and glad that i finally sobered up from all the drinking at, oh, about 11 this morning.
btw, IT guy is a nice kisser and that's a bonus. it makes up for the fact that he called me a "cougy." like, a cougar. gasp i know. he's lucky i know he's joking. and really he's only 5 years younger than me. for chrissakes, it's not a crime.
and i'm finally getting compliments at work. so i've got that too.
oh god, i think i might be sweating vodka.