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Friday, September 16, 2005

I'm a relationship nightmare

Yesterday I had tickets to the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee that E was nice enough to get me when they were passing out free tickets at his work. I decided to invite the Enigma. This came up over the 15-hour E-YB friendship litmus test sponsored by Democracy. Yes I know that’s a long and complicated way to explain the day, but I think it’s funny, so there.

I had emailed TV before the excursion: ‘CC just wants to be friends, right?’ What came back was that CC couldn’t tell if I was interested in him. To him, I was the Enigma. Oh what a mixed up world! Apparently, TV and CC talked before the date because my Enigma went to Casanova with the speed and handling of a BMW Six Series. And I do mean handling. There was plenty of handling. Suffice it to say, I got my kiss, and signs point to this boy might want to date me.

But, the point is that I’m a relationship nightmare.

I am a relationship nightmare because I had to stop by E’s restaurant to pick up some money from him from the other day. I did this right before meeting CC at the play. When E gave me a hard time about it being a ‘date’ (which I denied for several reasons, 1. I was still unsure if CC was into me, and 2. E has no boundaries; if I told him it was a date he would think he had some God-given right to be able to say anything about it to me), I got uppity. I also got emotionally weird and fucked up. So fucked up, in fact, that I had temporary memory loss and thought I wanted to date E again. So, I went to the play.

I meet CC and the show is great, we ended up running into friends of his after and got food and drinks and did some bar hopping which included dancing (read: handling). CC brought so much game he even flirtingly hinted at not going home alone; this is the same boy who I thought would never kiss me.

This morning when I arrived at work I bought my birthday present a ticket to fly to London for a long weekend for a rendezvous with T. T who I will always love, but things might never work out with. So in 24 hours, I have been an Ebenezer Scrooge of dating, surrounded by events of my dating past, present and future.


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