4th May, 2008
This Was A Long Few Days
It’s only been three days since I last posted (I’m still considering this as Saturday instead of Sunday) and a lot of stuff, or I feel a lot of stuff, has happened.
Thursday was pretty uneventful until I got off of work. By that day, I was tired from all the lost sleep the earlier days, so I ended up taking a massive five-hour nap. The only reason I woke up is because I had set an alarm to remind myself that I have to do a reading for church this weekend and I didn’t want to forget to practice. Earlier that day, an old coworker, LD, of mine (from the clothing store of hell) asked me if I wanted to go out with her and another coworker, AM. I thought, hey, why not? I’ve been saving money this whole week by not spending on crap, so if I have to pay a few bucks, it’s alright, right?
We ended up going to the only 18+ club in town that had a dance floor. Luckily, they let the college kids go in for free, so the only thing I had to pay for was a quarter for the locker (which I add is quite a deal when they charge you several dollars just for one coat in other clubs). I have to admit that the club was pretty… dead. I mean, there were people dancing, but the last time I went two years ago (before the remodeling… and they’re still currently remodeling), it was completely jam packed; you couldn’t dance anywhere without running into someone. Thursday night, however, was a different story. I don’t know why exactly their attendance changed, but it did.
Anyway, the first hour or so was pretty quiet. I was dressed pretty attractively and I knew that if I had gone to a club in SF, I would’ve had someone approach me. Well, seeing as how dead the club was, I wasn’t too surprised. I was a little disappointed that no one came up, but I didn’t care; I was just there to have a good time with the girls. However, by the second half of the night, I finally got someone to dance with me, ES (aka Asian Dude), and it was pretty fun. I have to admit that I think most Americanized Asian boys cannot dance, but this one could and I was quite impressed. We broke off momentarily because he needed a bathroom break. During that time, someone else approached and asked me if I would dance with him. I thought that was pretty polite because the last time I went out, most of the guys would just show up behind me and start dancing. However, this one did and although I was not attracted to him, I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to just dance.
At some point, I ended up feeling really uncomfortable because he kept leaning in closer when I didn’t want to and since he was much bigger than me, it was quite intimidating. When E got back, I shot him the “save me” look of desperation, but he couldn’t do anything. Even his friends could see how miserable I was. Then it finally occurred to me to use the bathroom excuse, so off I went. When I got out of the bathroom, the creepy guy was standing in the path to get back to the dance floor (not necessarily by the door) and asked me for my number. First, I said no. Then he said “We could just be friends” and some other shit, so I said yes and gave him my real number.
Stupid, I know.
So now he keeps calling although I never answered and changed my greeting back to the generic message one. I’m really tempted to get my guy co-worker to answer one day and just tell him to stop calling. I’m also hoping that by my not answering the phone, creepy guy will finally get it and stop calling.
Might I add, that was only during the dancing part of the night. On my walk home, another guy, K, who seemed quite harmless, started chatting me up and since I found him quite amiable, we exchanged numbers as well (I had gotten ES’s number before I left the club).
I find it awful funny that all of a sudden, I not only have one new guy “friend” (I put this in quotes because I don’t know where it will lead just yet), but I have two. And that’s not mentioning Cute Rugby Boy either. Though, I have to admit, he looks like a major jock type athlete who only dates or hangs out with those popular social girls, which is totally not me. Still, it’s nice to have that schoolgirl kind of crush.
But yes, that was all Thursday night. Friday was relatively uneventful; I worked in the morning for seven hours, went to my doctor’s appointment, went home to rest for about an hour, tried to pick up my check from the clothing store of hell (’tried’ is the key word), then went back to work for another four hours. K texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out a bit after work, so I said I might have some time. He ended up just walking me to the corner of my street where he went back to join his friends at the pub.
Saturday/today, was a long day. I had to wake up early for an optometrist appointment in order to get my trial contact lenses. I didn’t know what the cost was for the first fitting, so they ended up surprising me with a nice $110 bill. I honestly was not expecting that at all, but by that point, it was the end of my visit and I didn’t want to make a fuss. I’m still debating the whole contact lens thing because I have astigmatism, which means that I have to use special contact lenses to correct that, which aren’t exactly the cheapest boxes to buy. My vision’s also not that bad that I have to wear glasses all the time, so again, debating the whole contact lens thing. I figure that I’m already this far and I know I have a $200 allowance from the insurance company, so I might as well just stick it out until the end.
After the appointment, I went to class, stopped by the market to buy some brownie mix and lunch, then went home. I tried to bake brownies with marshmallows on the inside, but when that was done, I realized that the marshmallows had floated to the top and ended up getting caramelized on top of the brownie. It’s still a good brownie at least. Finally, for the last five hours of my day, I rehearsed for Praise Night tomorrow. Praise Night is a night (really, just a few hours) of singing praise songs about God. It’s fun, it’s in good company, and I like singing anyway.
So yes, it’s been a long few days. I have a lunch date tomorrow with Asian Dude, so we’ll finally get a chance to talk without all the music. I don’t want to get my hopes up just yet; it’s just lunch. It may or may not break it. I just know that whatever happens with any potential relationships, I need to take things slow. I realized today that I’m still not ready and everything is still a little painful. It’s a little tougher now that a few of my TV shows have returned and before they left, there were things in the plot that I really related to, or felt really emotionally connected to (i.e. Derek going out with that brunette, but having kissed her before confirming with Meredith that things were over), so all the feelings start to return. It’s a little difficult, but I try to manage.
I’m still trying to take the whole loss of SB thing, but again, it’s tough. I haven’t heard from him since Wednesday, I believe, and I figured that if he can remember me and ever feel the need to talk to me, he can call. He knows that. He also knows that because I don’t know what the fuck he does at night anymore, I don’t really want to call and intrude. At this point, if he calls, he calls. The next time I plan on calling him is to set up a time for me to pick up the money for the next payment.
‘Tis life, folks. ‘Tis life.
Tags: Asian Dude, Blake's, clubbing, dating, optometrist, Praise Night, SB, work
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