Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Fuck Martin Luther King (weekend)
Not because of anything with the great MLK, I just had a shitty weekend. I royally fucked things up with the girl I've been chasing since Thanksgiving. Shes a great person and we got along really well. We were clearly just friends but I wanted to make it clear that I was aiming for something more. I was pretty damn sure that I had made that apparent right from the start. I mean shit she was hanging out with my friend who knew I was curious about her, so with her permission he gave me her number, one minute later I was on the phone with her. Usually that doesn't imply "hey I'm just looking for a friend" but apparently thats all she wanted. I knew that was a possibility so I tried to find out if more than friends was an option. Honestly I was expecting a maybe. I was not expecting to get berated for treating her like an object because I dared to ask how I could win her over. This should be put into context of being very not-sober lying foot to face on a couch semi-awake. I was so off balance from that response (and insobriety) that my attempts to clarify only worked in the sense of digging your way out of a whole. In the morning nothing was made any better, but at least I had stuff to do that day. So I got ready went to the truck and... the starter died. That was just the perfect little extra kick in the nuts I really needed.