Tonight, I went to the restaurant to meet A. and her husband. Of course, Lee was there playing poker...and we were sitting outside. I went inside, and he immediately was very happy to see me, and I guess who wouldn't be, if you knew you could drink on my dime.
Anyway, we spent alot of down time together, and at the end of the night, I played very loose so that I could spend time with him. He brought up my text to him from last Wednesday about going to the other restaurant....and he said you can go wherever you want. And I said, I am trying to be conscientious of you...and he said you're a human being and can go where you want....we aren't married. To which I replied, "oh...I know we aren't married!" Then he says that is why I am single, so I don't have to answer to anyone. And then he brings up my letter...and says, "you said that we are just friends."
I am too fucking inexperienced and naive and tired to figure out what the hell he meant by this whole conversation. On the one hand, I know that when we are together....we are together--he seems to only have eyes for me. But...why would he say we aren't married? And why wouldn't he say we are just friends...instead of saying it like it is because of me that we are friends. It really is kind of crazy.....
And I got a text from dickhead Scott.....asking me about the fucking drum. I'm not answering him. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck him.......I'm so done....with all of them....men I mean.....I should just go back to fucking women. Not fucking as in sex---but fucking as in adjective.
I'm out before I say something I don't want to.
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