7th June, 2008
This Was The Night Out
So I decided that last night would have been a good night for my friends and I to go to a club in San Francisco. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that the club I had chosen was not exactly known for being a decent club to go to and because of that, I didn’t know that I needed to look for a different club, so I missed the events on Thursday night instead. But it’s all good. All three of us made it out alive despite all the short, creepy, and prepubescent dudes that were there. I did see me a cute white boy, but I let my chance slip away and he disappeared.
Other than last night, the rest of my days have been rather chill. I thought I was going to hit up an Irish party on Thursday night, but those plans fell through. However, I hoping that because I have to do the night shift tonight, I’ll be able to score an invitation to an Irish party tonight and finally meet me a cute white boy. Thank God they all have accents because I know that if they didn’t, I’d only think of SB, who’s family descent is Irish and well, he does look like an Irish boy with his red hair and blue eyes.
Damn it. I wasn’t supposed to think back on him. At this point, it’s like I’m just counting the days until he’s gone forever. It makes me sound a little too happy to know that he’ll be gone, but I know it will be a good thing for me. I know that I can no longer run down to his apartment, I know that whoever the girl is that he’s seeing now, it won’t turn into anything more and I won’t feel the need to be upset, I know that even though I’ll still remember his number, I don’t need to call it for there is nothing left that we will have in common to talk about. Well, assuming that he will pay the rest of the balance by the end of this month that is. Technically, according to the contract, he only needs to pay a portion but last we talked, he said that he wanted to get it all over with, so there goes.
All I can do is wish him the best of luck and maybe, he’ll be able to realize that we just weren’t meant to carry on any sort of relationship. Maktub.
Speaking of the boys… as I mentioned earlier, Asian Dude and I cleared the air. After that, I wanted to do the same with BART Boy. So I called him Thursday and asked him if he was available any time next week, since he had asked if I was available Thursday. When he first asked me, I wasn’t sure if I had to work, so I told him I’d get back to him. Then Asian Dude and I made plans to go to the theme park (in Vallejo) and I thought that I’d need the day to recuperate, so I lied and told BART Boy that I had work. (All I did that day was tan and pay for my dry cleaning)
Anyway, so I asked him what he wanted out of our dating and when he didn’t answer right away, I told him that I wasn’t looking for a relationship, that I wasn’t ready for one, that I was just going out to have a good time, but was still enjoying my time spent with him. His response told me that he was looking for something more because he replied, “Oh okay then. I understand that; I don’t want to impose or anything.”
See, when I talked to Asian Dude, he had come out first saying that he didn’t want the relationship and I basically agreed with him. But with BART Boy, he wasn’t exactly jumping on the band wagon with me after I said it, so I got the impression this wasn’t the wagon he was expecting.
Everything takes time, right? I’ve got another two weeks before my classes (the ones that actually matter) start and I want to try and enjoy my summer as much as I can. I’m glad it’s getting warmer… now all I need to do is find a good beach, except there isn’t any in Northern California. On my way to Vallejo, the train went around the Bay (not the San Francisco, but a different one) and it looked so gross. There were rubber car tires everywhere! I swear to you, I probably saw at least 50 tires during that whole trip to Vallejo; it was disgusting. And the water color was nasty too. But again, getting to the beach requires a car, which I don’t have and should probably save my money, so I don’t want to rent.
It’s all good though; I have two more years of the “sheltered” life before I have to go out into the real world. I’ve got time. What I can’t seem to wait for is my damned 21st birthday. I swear, I’ve never been so impatient for a birthday in my life. A year ago, I wouldn’t have cared so much that I wasn’t 21 because I rarely had to go to places that were 21+. Except now, everybody wants to go to a 21+ place and I can’t go with them! Such a bummer. It’s okay. Four months and a day. Four months and a day…
Tags: Asian Dude, BART Boy, City Nights, clubbing, SB, Six Flags, Vallejo
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