Oh my aching head
For some reason I was upset yesterday. I was just bothered. I'm not quite sure why, actual I do know why, but I don't feel like talking bout it cause I just might get depressed and I'm too fly for that so.....Neway, after working on the handbook for after school, which took me days and days because I had writer's block, I had a meeting to go to. Before going to the meeting I needed to print some materials and since my lovely printer is not working correctly I decided to save my work and go to the library.
Library guy was working and for some reason everytime I see him, I'm a little annoyed, but oh well. I needed to get my work done. Their printer was messed up so I was forced to hang around why he tried to fix it. I was tempted to flirt, but to me when I flirt with a guy and he responds by wanting to get with me, I'm turned off. Why do I have to be the one to make the first move, ugh. So, instead of flirting I made simple conversation. As my copies printed i wisked away to my meeting before we could finish the conversation. For some reason it was like I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me hanging around.
**Note: At this point, i'm not sure if any of this is making any sense, but I'm going to continue this blog anyway.***
So, of to my meeting. At about 8pm, Mr. B texted me to see what I was doing. I found out the he was at "Me pole be toes". I cracked up. He was tryna tell me he was at the mexican restuaurant, Mi Publitos (I'm not sure if I spelled it correctly). I decided that after my meeting I was hungry so I was going to crash his party (one if his friends was bday celebrating). Well, I did't get to the restaurant, but I did end up at Starship waiting on him. It was close to 11 and for some reason I wanted to drink. So I ordered mere's fav, a long island. While waiting on Mr. B a very drunkin Matthew asked me if he could join me. He had a pitcher of beer drinking from it. He proceeded to tell me that this was his second pitcher and that he was going through a divorce and he didn't know if the baby was his, blah, blah, blah. I told him I was gonna call him, but for some reason I didn't save his number in my phone. Ugh,
Well after a nicely shaven, handsome mr. B showed up he decided that we were going to champaign to hang out. And I decided that I wanted to be drunk out of my mind. For some reason that excited him, hmmm. We got to champaign and ended up at a nice little place (Jackson's happened to be closed) with a group of people who were having quite a bit of fun. I ordered what they were drinking--hot tequila. It was surprisingly good. I've found my new fav drink, well, that's if I ever drink again. I realized that after my banana foster martini, that I hadn't really eaten anything save the half of left over burger for breakfast a tube of pringles and two peaches and that was all before 5. It was now close to midnight. What was I thinking. I was fine until the restroom stop on the way home. I thought the earth was moving beneath my feet. I couldn't hardly walk to pee.
Ok, backup
On the way to Champaign me and B had a really nice conversation bout marriage and relationships. He told me that I gave up the game too soon. I told him I was way to old to play the game. But he said that if I was gonna get somebody I need to not give up so easy. Ok, men are from mars.....
So as we were enjoying each other's company, I noticed that I was inching closer and closer to him. On the way home, I was practically in his lap, or was he in mine. I'm not quite sure, but hands were creeping places that have been dormant for some time. After the restroom stop, I decided to be a little naughty and put my undies in my purse. I loved the look on his face when his hands started to creep and he only felt flesh. Dag, I'm such a bad girl.
He dropped me off to get my truck and I don't know why but instead of following me home (he always makes sure I get home) he went the other way. I guess he wanted to drive a different way so i just expected that he meet me at my place. He never showed up. What? Here I am stumbling around drunk and half naked tryna figure out where this man went. I called and he was at home. What? I thought I made it clear that I wasn't ready for the night to end. What part of "I have no underwear on" don't u understand. Well, he didn't understand it and by that time, the thrill was gone and we decided to just let by gone be by gones. Bummer. I was so wasted he could have invited someone else there and I would've protested. Oh well......
As tired as i was I couldn't close my eyes because my room decided to play tricks on me. i wouldn't stop moving as much as I tried to make it stay still, so I kept my eyes open as long as possible before I passed out.
This mornign was horrible. I can't remember the last time I had a hangover. I've only had about 2 or three and I've forgotten how awful the feeling is. I wanted to stay in bed, but i had toa get up to go to work. It's only been the last hour since my stomach has settled down.
Library guy was working and for some reason everytime I see him, I'm a little annoyed, but oh well. I needed to get my work done. Their printer was messed up so I was forced to hang around why he tried to fix it. I was tempted to flirt, but to me when I flirt with a guy and he responds by wanting to get with me, I'm turned off. Why do I have to be the one to make the first move, ugh. So, instead of flirting I made simple conversation. As my copies printed i wisked away to my meeting before we could finish the conversation. For some reason it was like I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me hanging around.
**Note: At this point, i'm not sure if any of this is making any sense, but I'm going to continue this blog anyway.***
So, of to my meeting. At about 8pm, Mr. B texted me to see what I was doing. I found out the he was at "Me pole be toes". I cracked up. He was tryna tell me he was at the mexican restuaurant, Mi Publitos (I'm not sure if I spelled it correctly). I decided that after my meeting I was hungry so I was going to crash his party (one if his friends was bday celebrating). Well, I did't get to the restaurant, but I did end up at Starship waiting on him. It was close to 11 and for some reason I wanted to drink. So I ordered mere's fav, a long island. While waiting on Mr. B a very drunkin Matthew asked me if he could join me. He had a pitcher of beer drinking from it. He proceeded to tell me that this was his second pitcher and that he was going through a divorce and he didn't know if the baby was his, blah, blah, blah. I told him I was gonna call him, but for some reason I didn't save his number in my phone. Ugh,
Well after a nicely shaven, handsome mr. B showed up he decided that we were going to champaign to hang out. And I decided that I wanted to be drunk out of my mind. For some reason that excited him, hmmm. We got to champaign and ended up at a nice little place (Jackson's happened to be closed) with a group of people who were having quite a bit of fun. I ordered what they were drinking--hot tequila. It was surprisingly good. I've found my new fav drink, well, that's if I ever drink again. I realized that after my banana foster martini, that I hadn't really eaten anything save the half of left over burger for breakfast a tube of pringles and two peaches and that was all before 5. It was now close to midnight. What was I thinking. I was fine until the restroom stop on the way home. I thought the earth was moving beneath my feet. I couldn't hardly walk to pee.
Ok, backup
On the way to Champaign me and B had a really nice conversation bout marriage and relationships. He told me that I gave up the game too soon. I told him I was way to old to play the game. But he said that if I was gonna get somebody I need to not give up so easy. Ok, men are from mars.....
So as we were enjoying each other's company, I noticed that I was inching closer and closer to him. On the way home, I was practically in his lap, or was he in mine. I'm not quite sure, but hands were creeping places that have been dormant for some time. After the restroom stop, I decided to be a little naughty and put my undies in my purse. I loved the look on his face when his hands started to creep and he only felt flesh. Dag, I'm such a bad girl.
He dropped me off to get my truck and I don't know why but instead of following me home (he always makes sure I get home) he went the other way. I guess he wanted to drive a different way so i just expected that he meet me at my place. He never showed up. What? Here I am stumbling around drunk and half naked tryna figure out where this man went. I called and he was at home. What? I thought I made it clear that I wasn't ready for the night to end. What part of "I have no underwear on" don't u understand. Well, he didn't understand it and by that time, the thrill was gone and we decided to just let by gone be by gones. Bummer. I was so wasted he could have invited someone else there and I would've protested. Oh well......
As tired as i was I couldn't close my eyes because my room decided to play tricks on me. i wouldn't stop moving as much as I tried to make it stay still, so I kept my eyes open as long as possible before I passed out.
This mornign was horrible. I can't remember the last time I had a hangover. I've only had about 2 or three and I've forgotten how awful the feeling is. I wanted to stay in bed, but i had toa get up to go to work. It's only been the last hour since my stomach has settled down.
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