San Jose is too fukin small
Last night I went to South First, to shoot pool with Donna, Sean, and Kenneth. When we got to the front door, I realized I didn't have my ID. Since Donna already paid $5 for parking, we decided to go drink coffee, across the street. To get to the coffee shop, we had to pass the LONG line of clubbers at Agenda. The crowd was pretty mixed, filled with scantily clad girls. As I was walking, I looked up and bumped right into Yuni. He was dressed from head to toe in clothes I bought for him. He was standing up straight, not hunched over. And had a nice clean haircut. WTF?! He's supposed to have 2 finals and a paper due on Monday. "Our relationship stresses me out so much, I can't focus on my studies". Um hello???!!! Like you can study hella drunk, hanging all over some hootchies.
And what I fail to understand is he would always be on my ass about how I dressed. To the point where it's engraved in my mind that a "decent girl" wouldn't dress a certain way. Last night I wore a tshirt over a long sleeve, and an ankle length skirt. Isn't this what he likes? Yet he's out there, checking out all those ho's with their fake titties hanging out. I just don't understand.
I'm so upset that he showed no emotions. Nothing. My mood was dampened for the rest of the night, so we just decided to go home. I stayed up, crying myself to sleep. I woke up about 4 times throughout the night, so upset and alone. This morning, I have all these thoughts jumbled up in my head. Doesn't he even care? Did he ever really love me? How come he didn't call?
One thing you guys CAN be proud of me for is that I did NOT call or text him. As much as I wanted to, I refrained from doing it. I'm learning to let go. Le said it was bound to happen, that I was going to run into him sooner or later. She said it's good that I got it out of the way, and got my reality check. He's going on with his life, and I need to go on with mine.
Now if I can just find my fukin' ID. It always disappears when I need it most. :(
And what I fail to understand is he would always be on my ass about how I dressed. To the point where it's engraved in my mind that a "decent girl" wouldn't dress a certain way. Last night I wore a tshirt over a long sleeve, and an ankle length skirt. Isn't this what he likes? Yet he's out there, checking out all those ho's with their fake titties hanging out. I just don't understand.
I'm so upset that he showed no emotions. Nothing. My mood was dampened for the rest of the night, so we just decided to go home. I stayed up, crying myself to sleep. I woke up about 4 times throughout the night, so upset and alone. This morning, I have all these thoughts jumbled up in my head. Doesn't he even care? Did he ever really love me? How come he didn't call?
One thing you guys CAN be proud of me for is that I did NOT call or text him. As much as I wanted to, I refrained from doing it. I'm learning to let go. Le said it was bound to happen, that I was going to run into him sooner or later. She said it's good that I got it out of the way, and got my reality check. He's going on with his life, and I need to go on with mine.
Now if I can just find my fukin' ID. It always disappears when I need it most. :(