Jul 04, 2004 10:35
So, I'm at Amber's Grandparents house in Gilroy.
It's really nice. Amber and I met up with her little online pal, David, and we all hung out. Unlike Tulare guy, this one was pretty great. Amusing, too.
It was all good until about three in the morning. At that point, Amber and David was holding the hands [right on]. Well, everytime I'd go out for a couple drags/half a cigarette Amber would make some comment on how quickly I was coming back inside.
Then she kept telling me I should go to bed.
Okay, cool. I can take a hint.
I hate feeling like a fucking third wheel, but I can take a hint.
So I said goodbye to David, nothing to Amber, and went to bed. Well, correction: I went to the spare room and stared at the ceiling for about an hour.
I was pretty irritated.
But hey, third wheel. Story of my life.