update on the boy front
Tuesday night, William asked me out again. I refused, and he asked me again and again. Finally, I gave in--and yes, I now realize that was a mistake. It is so hard to stay mad at him when you're actually talking to him. Peggy Sue can vouch.
He came up the next day to see me. We had a great time in Fayetteville, and then on Friday we went down to Little Rock together. Everything was going so well. We even danced to Frank Sinatra songs, and he serenaded me.
That night, we went to the Arkansas Repertory Theatre to see his friends perform "Godspell!" His friends happen to be Patsy's friends too, so guess who we bumped in to?
There were a few times during the thirty-minute long intermission when he would wander off, and he left to "use the bathroom" again when the play resumed. He came back after twenty minutes and told me that we needed to talk.
He took me outside and told me that Patsy and he had started off with friendly chatting, and it turned to more than friendly chatting. And that turned into...well you can imagine what could happen for twenty minutes in an empty woman's bathroom.
I'm through. I'm done. It's over.
I am now officially on the market. Even dead people receive flowers.
That was posted to my journal on Saturday, however I didn't write it. William did. I was in the room in the time and would occasionally give advice on how I would word things (I also rephrased it to make it seem like they had more serious fooling around in the ladies room). Peggy Sue came into the room shortly afterwards and approved the post with a "That's horrible, do it!" and graced us with the first comment to add to the realism.
The post wasn't made with malicous intent, but it seemed to upset people when they discovered it was a "psych," so I made it a private entry a few hours later. It is currently friends only at Beels request.
Beels thought this would be a funny and amusing psych after all the ups and downs my lifejournal has been exposed to lately. He felt it was safe because we're now on a solid up. I guess I never really thought this would hurt or upset anyone, sorry if it was too realistic.
So, in short. We are back together, we haven't broken up again horribly or otherwise, and I'm sure Patsy wouldn't do anything so horrible (I hear she's a very nice person - even if she apparently doesn't tip well *shakes fist*). More on lovey dovey-ness later, I'm sure.
He came up the next day to see me. We had a great time in Fayetteville, and then on Friday we went down to Little Rock together. Everything was going so well. We even danced to Frank Sinatra songs, and he serenaded me.
That night, we went to the Arkansas Repertory Theatre to see his friends perform "Godspell!" His friends happen to be Patsy's friends too, so guess who we bumped in to?
There were a few times during the thirty-minute long intermission when he would wander off, and he left to "use the bathroom" again when the play resumed. He came back after twenty minutes and told me that we needed to talk.
He took me outside and told me that Patsy and he had started off with friendly chatting, and it turned to more than friendly chatting. And that turned into...well you can imagine what could happen for twenty minutes in an empty woman's bathroom.
I'm through. I'm done. It's over.
I am now officially on the market. Even dead people receive flowers.
That was posted to my journal on Saturday, however I didn't write it. William did. I was in the room in the time and would occasionally give advice on how I would word things (I also rephrased it to make it seem like they had more serious fooling around in the ladies room). Peggy Sue came into the room shortly afterwards and approved the post with a "That's horrible, do it!" and graced us with the first comment to add to the realism.
The post wasn't made with malicous intent, but it seemed to upset people when they discovered it was a "psych," so I made it a private entry a few hours later. It is currently friends only at Beels request.
Beels thought this would be a funny and amusing psych after all the ups and downs my lifejournal has been exposed to lately. He felt it was safe because we're now on a solid up. I guess I never really thought this would hurt or upset anyone, sorry if it was too realistic.
So, in short. We are back together, we haven't broken up again horribly or otherwise, and I'm sure Patsy wouldn't do anything so horrible (I hear she's a very nice person - even if she apparently doesn't tip well *shakes fist*). More on lovey dovey-ness later, I'm sure.