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I'm a bit boy crazy at the moment, basking in the joy of single life, though not actually acting on any of my feelings. Boy 1 took me on dates, allowed me to take him on dates, kissed me, cuddled in bed with me (all clothes on mind you), and then texted me that he was a little busy hanging out with his BOYFRIEND. But doesn't recognize why I was offended.
Boy 2 and I flirted and went out for coffee on a regular basis after classes were over. He was gorgeous, funny, and smart, not to mention fluent in French and complete with a burning desire to live in France some day (like me), and over a night of drinks on the last night of class nonchalantly mentioned introducing his BOYFRIEND to his mother the previous week. I'm feeling there's a pattern.
Boy 3 casually mentioned that while straight, he was curious lately about sleeping with a boy. I'd had a LOT of drinks, and casually mentioned that the bathroom was only a few feet away. Hey, he was the hottest boy in the world. And the topper of all toppers: he came to my birthday party, on a friend's invite, talked AGAIN about his curiosities, and then slept with my roommate. The only upside: He couldn't find his shirt in the morning and I sipped coffee at the dining room table watching him look.
I look two entries back and it's amazing how much things can change in such a short period of time. Kim and Claire, the two girls I was contemplating moving in with in the Ukranian Village (or East Village, rather...I'm 2 blocks from both the Ukranian Village and Wicker Park, both of higher stature than my little neighborhood that no one seems to know even exists), are indeed my roommates. Only 3 months in, and I have a whole new circle of friends who are, indeed, ranging in age from 19 to 21, but somehow also rather cool and good to hang out with. I feel like I have a steady group of friends, and travelling to Uptown for parties with my old Barnes and Noble friends makes me feel even more social in this daunting huge city of somewhat unfriendly people.
I now work 1000 feet in the air every day and can see Indiana, Wisconsin, Michigan, and (obviously) Illinois from my windows. Although the cafe I'm going to be managing is not yet open, I still get to work enough shifts up high to say I have the coolest work environment that I've ever had (or most of my friends have). The best part is my elevator ride from the basement to the 94th floor every day takes a whopping 39 seconds ("Going up! Comfy? You're on the fastest elevator in North America! Right now we're travelling 25 miles per hour, up to the 94th floor..."), just enough time for my ears to pop at least 5 times.
In 2 days I'll be back in Albuquerque, and it's weird to think about. For the first time since moving here, I'm starting to feel like this is home. It's a strange sensation to realize that when I'm leaving Albuquerque, I'll actually be feeling like I'm going home. In a way it's sad, but I love this city, and every day, even in subzero temperatures, I look around and honestly feel excited to be here. Every single day.
Boy 2 and I flirted and went out for coffee on a regular basis after classes were over. He was gorgeous, funny, and smart, not to mention fluent in French and complete with a burning desire to live in France some day (like me), and over a night of drinks on the last night of class nonchalantly mentioned introducing his BOYFRIEND to his mother the previous week. I'm feeling there's a pattern.
Boy 3 casually mentioned that while straight, he was curious lately about sleeping with a boy. I'd had a LOT of drinks, and casually mentioned that the bathroom was only a few feet away. Hey, he was the hottest boy in the world. And the topper of all toppers: he came to my birthday party, on a friend's invite, talked AGAIN about his curiosities, and then slept with my roommate. The only upside: He couldn't find his shirt in the morning and I sipped coffee at the dining room table watching him look.
I look two entries back and it's amazing how much things can change in such a short period of time. Kim and Claire, the two girls I was contemplating moving in with in the Ukranian Village (or East Village, rather...I'm 2 blocks from both the Ukranian Village and Wicker Park, both of higher stature than my little neighborhood that no one seems to know even exists), are indeed my roommates. Only 3 months in, and I have a whole new circle of friends who are, indeed, ranging in age from 19 to 21, but somehow also rather cool and good to hang out with. I feel like I have a steady group of friends, and travelling to Uptown for parties with my old Barnes and Noble friends makes me feel even more social in this daunting huge city of somewhat unfriendly people.
I now work 1000 feet in the air every day and can see Indiana, Wisconsin, Michigan, and (obviously) Illinois from my windows. Although the cafe I'm going to be managing is not yet open, I still get to work enough shifts up high to say I have the coolest work environment that I've ever had (or most of my friends have). The best part is my elevator ride from the basement to the 94th floor every day takes a whopping 39 seconds ("Going up! Comfy? You're on the fastest elevator in North America! Right now we're travelling 25 miles per hour, up to the 94th floor..."), just enough time for my ears to pop at least 5 times.
In 2 days I'll be back in Albuquerque, and it's weird to think about. For the first time since moving here, I'm starting to feel like this is home. It's a strange sensation to realize that when I'm leaving Albuquerque, I'll actually be feeling like I'm going home. In a way it's sad, but I love this city, and every day, even in subzero temperatures, I look around and honestly feel excited to be here. Every single day.