Yous a ho
Palm Beach was awesome.
We didn't even get together until noon. Jeff was in a bad mood after arguing with his da. I was very whiny after not sleeping enough. Then it got better. We went to lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen and walked around the mall for a while. We even found the charms for my crocs that I have been looking everywhere for (I got butterflies!) Then went spent 2 hours too many in a guitar shop? But at least I got to listen to Jeff play again. Everytime I hear his music I am so completely amazed that anyone could have that much talent. Then we hooked up with Jeff's friends, Katie and Mario. We went to this arcade place which had potential, but the only good part about it was the laser tag. We went to this country bar... ignoring the sinking feeling that was in Jeff's stomach at the door. Watching people line dance was not crazy fun, but it inspired Jeff to want to learn. After we left, we went to Jeff's favorite Palm Beach bar. At this point I would like to mention that Jeff is freaking Hott! Dancing with him was so amazing. With the exception of swing dancing I have never really enjoyed dancing too much, especially when it comes to dancing to techno, rap, or any other type of music that I have never really liked. But he grabs my hips and pulls me into him and it's all... swoon! He is such an amazing dancer and I have to just stare at him. So after drinking lots and lots of booze we left and ate some pizza. Nothing closed down. We were eating pizza at 4 in the morning. We went to Katie and Mario's and after an escape attempt in my "gotch-yas" on my part(...what else do you expect from a Blair when we drink?)we fell asleep. When we woke up, we just lay there talking and laughing with each other until the others woke up. When we finally got home we only had an hour to nap before I had to head into work.
There are just things about him that get to me. He makes me laugh... he can put his name into any song. He takes really good care of me, especially when I am inebriated. When we go to bed, I actually sleep (which is odd because usually sleeping in the same bed as a guy stresses me out.)He knows my little idiosycrecies, and I know that when I am thinking about something he is thinking about the exact same thing. He always says, "Damn it, Alesha..." in this really cute voice.
I am worried though that we are too much friends to ever be anything more than what we are. I don't want to be in a relationship right now and that makes this very hard. I love being with him, but I don'tknow if I want to be with him for always. He isn't what I had in mind. More over, I don't want to be serious about him because given my history odds are that I will break up with him for no apparent reason and then everyone will just say "there goes another one."
But then apparently I told him differently last night:
"well, I was drunk I could have been talking to a pole for all you know."
"ohhhh, shit... I was played. Whos a ho!"
"Don't hate! Haaayyyy."
The wrist bands from the country bar had Al Gore on them... I couldn't stop laughing. Which is another thing... I got drunk and I didn't cry. Happy drunk is back.
I have had entirely too much sugar and caffeine tonight I made a little red cap for the little cardinal beanie baby, so that it matches one of the doctors.
We didn't even get together until noon. Jeff was in a bad mood after arguing with his da. I was very whiny after not sleeping enough. Then it got better. We went to lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen and walked around the mall for a while. We even found the charms for my crocs that I have been looking everywhere for (I got butterflies!) Then went spent 2 hours too many in a guitar shop? But at least I got to listen to Jeff play again. Everytime I hear his music I am so completely amazed that anyone could have that much talent. Then we hooked up with Jeff's friends, Katie and Mario. We went to this arcade place which had potential, but the only good part about it was the laser tag. We went to this country bar... ignoring the sinking feeling that was in Jeff's stomach at the door. Watching people line dance was not crazy fun, but it inspired Jeff to want to learn. After we left, we went to Jeff's favorite Palm Beach bar. At this point I would like to mention that Jeff is freaking Hott! Dancing with him was so amazing. With the exception of swing dancing I have never really enjoyed dancing too much, especially when it comes to dancing to techno, rap, or any other type of music that I have never really liked. But he grabs my hips and pulls me into him and it's all... swoon! He is such an amazing dancer and I have to just stare at him. So after drinking lots and lots of booze we left and ate some pizza. Nothing closed down. We were eating pizza at 4 in the morning. We went to Katie and Mario's and after an escape attempt in my "gotch-yas" on my part(...what else do you expect from a Blair when we drink?)we fell asleep. When we woke up, we just lay there talking and laughing with each other until the others woke up. When we finally got home we only had an hour to nap before I had to head into work.
There are just things about him that get to me. He makes me laugh... he can put his name into any song. He takes really good care of me, especially when I am inebriated. When we go to bed, I actually sleep (which is odd because usually sleeping in the same bed as a guy stresses me out.)He knows my little idiosycrecies, and I know that when I am thinking about something he is thinking about the exact same thing. He always says, "Damn it, Alesha..." in this really cute voice.
I am worried though that we are too much friends to ever be anything more than what we are. I don't want to be in a relationship right now and that makes this very hard. I love being with him, but I don'tknow if I want to be with him for always. He isn't what I had in mind. More over, I don't want to be serious about him because given my history odds are that I will break up with him for no apparent reason and then everyone will just say "there goes another one."
But then apparently I told him differently last night:
"well, I was drunk I could have been talking to a pole for all you know."
"ohhhh, shit... I was played. Whos a ho!"
"Don't hate! Haaayyyy."
The wrist bands from the country bar had Al Gore on them... I couldn't stop laughing. Which is another thing... I got drunk and I didn't cry. Happy drunk is back.
I have had entirely too much sugar and caffeine tonight I made a little red cap for the little cardinal beanie baby, so that it matches one of the doctors.