Sunday, July 26, 2009

Weekend Update

Yet another, mostly uneventful weekend has come and gone in this dreary summer.

I did get a text from Abba (I feel safe using his name because NOBODY knows what it really is, I usually identify him by his nationality lol) on Friday night asking to hang out on Saturday.

Background: we dated for a few months. I started off liking him but cultural differences and his over-all awkwardness just really turned me off. He also drunk-dialed/text me waaay too many times and he was flaky (always making plans and never coming through on any of them). I'd also started talking to the Jamaican after him which eventually just cancelled him out. I will admit he was totally gentleman at most times and a genuinely nice guy.

I alerted him to my dire financial situation but he insisted that he was inviting me out so it was on him. I was hesitant, but when he hit me up Saturday night I said yes to a movie. Now this was 100% NOT a date to me, I was bored and I needed out of the house (no I didn't tell The Boo where I was going…another one of those issues when you're in a long-distance relationship. I also didn't tell Abba that I was with somebody…I probably should have).

I know I'm about a month late but we saw The Hangover which was freakin hilarious! Another instance where I judged the preview and said "no thanks" immediately and then I was proven wrong. I had been hearing that it was good and it actually was! I might have to get that one on DVD cause it can surely bring laughter on a bad day.

So everything was going good until after the movie. I just wanted to go home, he wanted to drink…he wanted to get a bottle, go somewhere and get drunk. What?!?

I agreed to go with him to a bar and we ended up at BW3s (which I had been craving anyways) and I ordered a beer (the most unsexy drink ever (yuck!)) and he got wings for us. I had to endure the awkward moment of eating with him where he dropped a wing on himself and the floor and struggled to figure out just how he wanted to eat them. Then he wanted me to get another drink (ugh!).

Sidenote: I haven't been drinking nearly as much as I used to. Alcohol has soo many calories (which is probably why I put on so much weight last year, I've been broke, and now my tolerance is down or something.

I quickly downed another drink (mistake!) and I was ready to bounce. I felt soo sick on the way home. When he pulled up at my house I practically jumped out of the car for fear I was going to throw up. We had our awkward good-bye and I vowed to never
ever do anything like that again. When the time is right I will tell him that I do have a boyfriend and we can go back to not talking to each other. Thanks.

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