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My, my. What a weekend.
Friday night there were plans to go out to this club as part of Aziz's farewell week. Plan was to show up at Dan's between 10-11. He had gotten a parking space on the street for me, where he would move his car, I would park, and then he would park in his rented parking space a few blocks away. This place is ridiculous parking-wise, and last week I got a $50 ticket for a place I thought was legal. Anyway, after driving around for 30 minutes, I am calling Dan and getting no answer. He had been in a bad mood earlier, so I had a feeling that he was ignoring my calls. I finally park illegally and run up to their apt to find out what's going on. He answers the door in his boxers, having just woken up (it's 10:45pm). I was kinda pissed. After like an hour of him trying to get me out this funk, which I believe was completely legit because I had nowhere to park and I didn't know what to do, and he told me to come between 10 and 11. I could have just gone home but what fun would that have been, and anyway...I had driven all the way out there. So, we finally get him and Omeed ready and Aziz shows up and is like, "Get your asses out of bed!" Thank god I wasn't the only person ready and pissed at their laziness. The club was awesome! We danced the night away til about 3. I got up on stage like 3 times, and danced with all these great guys because one of the girls who hangs out with us was pissed off (apparently she has a thing for Dan). I ignore drama like that. So I found other dancing partners. Then we both got beer poured all over us because this other girl was mad that he wouldn't dance with her. I was sort of through with that night. I had fun...he didn't. But we were fine.
Saturday, we woke up and I went home later just to get re-ready for the OAR concert in Maryland, which we went to with Dan's friend (who works in the White House, coordinating all the WH reporters) and his gf, Mary. The concert was fun. We came home and went to bed and got up early to go to the Eastern Market...bought flowers and food. Came home and made fruit smoothies and brunch and watched a movie!
The thing is, he is hard to handle because he doesn't always show how he is feeling. I can't tell really. I thought yesterday that he was being off and on and off and on, and yet he continues to pursue me. The horrible thing is, I think he thinks of me as marriage material. And I just enjoy the fun times. Regardless of his great background and future as a doctor, I can't see myself with him at all. He parties hard. There are many reasons...I just wish that weren't the case. Oh well, it's fun while it lasts.
Friday night there were plans to go out to this club as part of Aziz's farewell week. Plan was to show up at Dan's between 10-11. He had gotten a parking space on the street for me, where he would move his car, I would park, and then he would park in his rented parking space a few blocks away. This place is ridiculous parking-wise, and last week I got a $50 ticket for a place I thought was legal. Anyway, after driving around for 30 minutes, I am calling Dan and getting no answer. He had been in a bad mood earlier, so I had a feeling that he was ignoring my calls. I finally park illegally and run up to their apt to find out what's going on. He answers the door in his boxers, having just woken up (it's 10:45pm). I was kinda pissed. After like an hour of him trying to get me out this funk, which I believe was completely legit because I had nowhere to park and I didn't know what to do, and he told me to come between 10 and 11. I could have just gone home but what fun would that have been, and anyway...I had driven all the way out there. So, we finally get him and Omeed ready and Aziz shows up and is like, "Get your asses out of bed!" Thank god I wasn't the only person ready and pissed at their laziness. The club was awesome! We danced the night away til about 3. I got up on stage like 3 times, and danced with all these great guys because one of the girls who hangs out with us was pissed off (apparently she has a thing for Dan). I ignore drama like that. So I found other dancing partners. Then we both got beer poured all over us because this other girl was mad that he wouldn't dance with her. I was sort of through with that night. I had fun...he didn't. But we were fine.
Saturday, we woke up and I went home later just to get re-ready for the OAR concert in Maryland, which we went to with Dan's friend (who works in the White House, coordinating all the WH reporters) and his gf, Mary. The concert was fun. We came home and went to bed and got up early to go to the Eastern Market...bought flowers and food. Came home and made fruit smoothies and brunch and watched a movie!
The thing is, he is hard to handle because he doesn't always show how he is feeling. I can't tell really. I thought yesterday that he was being off and on and off and on, and yet he continues to pursue me. The horrible thing is, I think he thinks of me as marriage material. And I just enjoy the fun times. Regardless of his great background and future as a doctor, I can't see myself with him at all. He parties hard. There are many reasons...I just wish that weren't the case. Oh well, it's fun while it lasts.