Mapping...

I think that was it... the mapping of a city, the fact that somehow we all have a different mental map of what a city represents. Where things are, the routes we take to walk around it, these are all unique. Some people have very similar maps. We run into them often, on the street, at bars, they are always around. I have several people I know only by face, and because we see each other crossing paths on a regular basis. There are other people who share my map that I would rather not run in to... and at the same time wish to run into them with all my heart.

Last night was fortuitous and bizarre, heartwrenching and happy. I ran into Roomie and managed to get his number without having to attempt some weird convoluted sneaky way of getting in touch. This was great, he was great, good to see such a wonderful nice guy and know that we can stay in touch. Mostly because he told me that he hadn't called me out of loyalty to Apartment boy. So he figured that now I could call him. But Apartment boy left the club because he knew I was there, and still refuses to return my phone calls. I have never been so disrespected by anyone in my entire life, and this entire episode leaves a bad bad taste in my mouth. Right now I am still hurt, but I want an explanation.

As I said to Roomie later that night... oh wait, right, that bit's important too. As I left the club I thought to myself: I will call him this weekend like I told him I would. I get home, and about halfway through my requisite glass of water and Family Guy episode, my phone rings. Its Roomie. He wants to know if I am still at the club because he wants to dance. I inform him that I'm not, nor is my telephone a cellular, and ask why he has decided to break his decision not to call. I don't recall his answer, but it ended with me inviting him to come over and smoke a joint.

So, where was I? Right: Well as I said to Roomie later that night, when he worried about being there, that Apartment boy has shown utter disdain for me as a person and frankly if he gets upset then he is a bigger hypocrite than I thought. Roomie knows all this, but frankly they are best friends and you know how the rest goes. The bottom line? He stayed until 5:30, against his better judgment, and left not knowing if he would tell Apartment boy or not. I told him to keep me posted, he understood. We are both worriers.

Here's to platonic friends.