Scott and I went to Vegas, and I got us upgraded to first class. We are definitely like 2 children in a playground together...we were laughing and giggling so much.
We spent the day in LA at the beach, watching surfers, just hanging out...it was wonderful...and it was his first time to a Southern California beach. Then we began the drive to Vegas. We talked for a bit, then he fell asleep...and I stopped at a unique stop---The Mad Greek. And the guy from Jerry McGuire and Ghost Whisperer was in line in front of me. That was the first celebrity siting.
Then we drove on to Vegas...and it was awesome to see him getting so excited...and I was getting nervous about having requested one bed. But hey! If I am paying for the trip--then I can choose the bed (at least that is partly my rational!) We went downtown, and surprise! I met up with some people that I know in Vegas...and it wasn't even planned that I would see them! What a crazy world!
So Wednesday and Thursday were great days...Thursday night, things started to go south, and by Friday morning, we were barely talking to one another. Unfortunately, my memory is blocked right now, and I can't remember what happened. Saturday was more of the same...but by Saturday night, we were back to laughing and being ourselves with one another--the storm had passed. On Saturday, I felt like we were two people who had broken up with one another and were being forced to spend time with each other.
(Note to self: lunch at Bellagio --pointless to talk to me. Me upset.) I'll have to fill this in later.
Scott did get drunk on Saturday night, so he was quite talkative and animated on the drive back to LA. We stopped at the Mad Greek again for breakfast, and then he slept, and I drove us to Venice Beach before the flight, and that was nice. The flight home, we slept and we played the Mensa puzzle in the American Airlines magazine. And he kept ribbing me, or throwing the blanket on me.
The drive home, I was nervous, and well, I didn't even get out of the car...to hug him or anything...and he stood in the door...like he was waiting for something. Then he just said bye. And again, I felt like a loser. Why couldn't I just get out of the car, and hug him??? We had just spent 5 days together!
So of course, I'm thinking that I am not going to hear from him...and that we are done...he didn't answer text messages for two days...and that whacked me out. Then he did text me...and I went over there on Thursday night...see next post.
I'll have to fill in the details of the fight/stress later.
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