Nov 13, 2011 12:02
So, grad school eats my life. In other news, I have made a bunch of friends down here, and my closest one is gay. He is also a super slutty slut. Like, he entertains several men every day. I disapprove, and he knows this, so we don't talk about it. Anyway, he went celibate for a guy he was trying to date for like two months. They broke up recently, and now he is trying to make up for lost time. Whatever, I try to ignore it.
So last night I wanted to go be fat and sassy with him at a local restaurant that we both like, and he was busy so we planned on doing it this morning. He didn't give me a time, which told me that his morning was free (wouldn't you think?). So I call him at 9, when I woke up (which is huge, as Sunday is my day to sleep until mid-afternoon)and he said that he was busy and would call me when he was ready. Okay, so I get up and start doing stuff so I don't fall back to sleep. He calls me around 10 and says he is ready. I go and pick him up, and on the way to the restaurant he tells me that we might not have enough time to eat, since he has a friend coming from out of town to see him, and he will be there at 11:30ish. Okay, that would have been nice to know earlier, but whatever. We get to the place and it has a long line, so we end up going to Subway and eating on his patio (btw, it's cold) since he has a cat and I am super allergic. While we are eating, he tells me about the four men he was with last night (when he was too busy to get dinner with me) and the two guys he was with this morning, at least one of which was during the hour after I got up. This pisses me off. I haven't had sex in a very long time, and yet he sleeps with several men each day. Instead of spending time with his best friend, he chose to sleep with some dude that wasn't even that satisfying, which caused his plans with said best friend to fall through. He doesn't understand why this pisses me off. He apologized, I said I understand his reasoning, but I would have to think about it before I could tell him it was okay, because this seriously pisses me off, and he spent the next hour bitching at me for not being able to immediately forgive him. I am in utter shock.
After trying to explain why I was angry (which he should have been able to see for himself), because he hates it when something bothers me and I don't tell him, he still doesn't understand why this pisses me off. That makes it even worse, and then he decided that he was angry that this was even an argument.
Ug. I need to go take a nice, calming shower, as I need to grade a bunch of papers today, and my students don't need me to be angry.
In other news, I actually talked to a guy at a bar. I don't know how it went though. I would say not well, as numbers were not exchanged, but he gave me a hug goodbye, and if possible, was more awkward than I am, so maybe it went alright. My slutty best friend lectured me about being shy when I told him, which was not helpful.
boys,
bitchface,
ranting