Wait a minute…
Got a text message from someone I’ve not spoken with in months tonight. While I appreciate brevity, a two word invitation to your apartment is hardly sufficient given the length of time it’s been and the unusual circumstances of our parting. It’s obvious enough that “come over” carries other connotations as well, and while I’m by no means opposed to the idea of an intimate romp with someone I’ve been involved with in the past (or haven’t been, depending on the person), I hardly think that it’s proper. The sex was ok, and she was certainly open to, well, anything, but there’s a reason why my life diverged from hers. That’s not to say that people you’ve dated before are bad booty calls (quite the opposite), but it would most assuredly end up being more than that in her mind.
Anybody reading this (I only know of four, but meh) is aware of what transpired, at least in a cursory fashion. Nothing really terrible, just ‘a whole lotta crazy’ (her words, not mine). I’m tempted to link to her LiveJournal as evidence via inevitable discovery, but I’ll pass on it for now. Alcohol-fueled nights of debauchery are the norm for her, yet she was perplexed by my professed apathy with regards to her dating other people. Apparently, four dates in the span of a month implies an exclusivity typically reserved for real relationships. It’s not as if I really cared whether or not she dated other people (or if I dated other people), and that was the crux of the problem from her perspective. I didn’t care what she did, and it was an issue for her. I can’t imagine why.
After a night of progressively more irritated text messages while I was surrounded by women who looked at me as if I were a leper, followed by chatting up one of them for a friend’s possible benefit, that was the end for me. She knew in advance that I’d not be out with her that night anyway, and inviting herself to a gathering at somebody else’s apartment (which didn’t turn out so well for me anyway) was just too presumptuous. The carnival was over, and we went on with our respective lives.
I haven’t been keeping up on her blog. It never really says anything of note anyway in public posts, and I’m not about to create an account there merely to peruse an even larger array of vapid drivel detailing her slow path to cirrhosis. After the text message, I took a gander. She’s now unemployed, though of her own volition. The plan is for her to drive to the Grand Canyon this week and come back. Road trip with her? I think I’ll pass. Pre-departure fucking? I’ll pass on that, too. Gods only know what she’s come into contact with in the meantime. I’ve made it this far without acquiring any afflictions of the nether regions, and I’d like to keep it that way.
In other news… Well, there’s no other news. Not much else to say today. I’ve been in and out of work too many times for anything exciting to happen, and I’m out of here soon enough, so I’ll leave off. I expect to post a ranty blog about actual news sometime tomorrow, but I’m going to keep that free of here. Anything going on during the weekend is bound to be more interesting than today, so there’ll be more.
Also, somebody pick a domain name for me and email/Myspace it to me. I’m still paying for hosting services, and I ought to do something with it (Dreamhost still owes me a registration). No creativity in me today.
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