200% loaded
I am currently discussing my scariness and recently deviant social behaviour with a male friend who lives overseas. Its interesting to get his perspective.
As if my fantasy about 200% French wasn't justified enough, last night I had another surprise. Can't remember what (if anything) I have been calling him on this blog, so for now he will remain nameless as I'm too lazy to check it out. But regardless, here is the tale.
I hadn't expected to hear from him, given that my behaviour around him has been somewhat inappropriate and it had been almost two weeks since we'd last spoken. It had been almost a week since he was meant to call me. So I am on the bus, talking to Katie, when my phone beeps. She had just left me a message and I think, stupid phone, I know that is Katie's message. Get home, check message, its him. Hmmm. Almost irony or some sort of strange twist of fate that I had informed Julia not two hours earlier that I never expected to hear from him again. Anyways. I meet him and a friend for a drink, which turns into three, which turns into the end of my bottle of rye, which becomes more beer (thanks to a trip to the liquor store) which ends... well... in a PG rated evening. And me missing my outing, but it didn't matter because I was so loaded by that point. Note to self: don't drink with guys.
What else is new... since 200% French? Hmmm... I'm almost better, and there are only eight more days of class. Its going to be weird to leave the program, but I've had a fun run. As usual I have emails to write, songs to put on my mp3 player and things to catch up on, so I am going to sign off, finish my laundry, pack up and go meet Katie for coffee. For a rehash of both of our evenings. And maybe cute coffee guy, who has been upsettingly absent the past few times I've been down there. A bientot!
As if my fantasy about 200% French wasn't justified enough, last night I had another surprise. Can't remember what (if anything) I have been calling him on this blog, so for now he will remain nameless as I'm too lazy to check it out. But regardless, here is the tale.
I hadn't expected to hear from him, given that my behaviour around him has been somewhat inappropriate and it had been almost two weeks since we'd last spoken. It had been almost a week since he was meant to call me. So I am on the bus, talking to Katie, when my phone beeps. She had just left me a message and I think, stupid phone, I know that is Katie's message. Get home, check message, its him. Hmmm. Almost irony or some sort of strange twist of fate that I had informed Julia not two hours earlier that I never expected to hear from him again. Anyways. I meet him and a friend for a drink, which turns into three, which turns into the end of my bottle of rye, which becomes more beer (thanks to a trip to the liquor store) which ends... well... in a PG rated evening. And me missing my outing, but it didn't matter because I was so loaded by that point. Note to self: don't drink with guys.
What else is new... since 200% French? Hmmm... I'm almost better, and there are only eight more days of class. Its going to be weird to leave the program, but I've had a fun run. As usual I have emails to write, songs to put on my mp3 player and things to catch up on, so I am going to sign off, finish my laundry, pack up and go meet Katie for coffee. For a rehash of both of our evenings. And maybe cute coffee guy, who has been upsettingly absent the past few times I've been down there. A bientot!
posted by Care @ 9:58 p.m.
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