"My tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart."
Ok, so my life has really become a Sex and the City episode. Boy mentioned in previous entry most definately has a girlfriend of a couple years! That explains the weirdness, but it would have been nice had he mentioned that at some point. I found out through his friend yesterday and have yet to talk to him. I can't wait to ask him how the girlfriend is doing. That will start some major drama, guaranteed. I'm not really hurt by the situation at all. Heck, I had a good time, but how could he do that to his girlfriend? Why does he think he has the right to just disregard the fact he has a girlfriend? I have no idea. This just proves the point that boys more often than not, don't think with their brains. Girls aren't the most reasonable people either and I know plenty of girls who have cheated on significant others, but I think for the most part, they are more sensible.
Now, for the second big event of my Friday evening. Upon walking to dinner, my phone rang. I recognized the number but couldn't exactly pinpoint who it was. I answered my hesistant "hello?" as i always do with strange numbers. As soon as i heard the voice on the other end, i felt like i had been punched in the gut. It was my Big. I never expected to talk to this person again, but here he was, after nearly 7 months of not talking to me, he calls. He informs me of his decision to move back to Bloomington because things aren't working out with his current situation. He tells me he has everything set and will be back in August. He asks me if I am dating anyone and proceeds to tell me he was just trying to get a hold of people he hasn't talked to in forever. He tells me we'll get together when he gets back in town, but he is "sure he'll talk to me before then". My head was just spinning. It all seemed surreal. It may not happen and most likely, it won't. I probably will not talk to him again, but this one phone call was enough to start you thinking about what it will be like to walk down the street with the chance of running into him. I've learned so much that I know I am strong enough to handle it, but its still very very strange.
It poses the question why? again. Why did I get called? Why is this is happening now? What does this mean? Is it just another test I am supposed to overcome? I have no idea.
It is so easy to give out advice, but to follow your own advice is extremely difficult. I am the reasonable one, the psychiatrist who people come to in times of need. I just recently talked a good friend through a very hard end in a relationship, but I could see how bad it was for her. When it comes to myself though, i know what is right, but doing the right thing is not easy.
Sex and the City is truly a little glimpse into situations that occur between people on a daily basis. Right now, I am one of those situations and LJ is my Carrie, Charlotte, and Samantha (assuming I'm Miranda, haha). Dumb analogy? Maybe, but it works for me. On that note, I am going to bed. Comments are appreciated.
Now, for the second big event of my Friday evening. Upon walking to dinner, my phone rang. I recognized the number but couldn't exactly pinpoint who it was. I answered my hesistant "hello?" as i always do with strange numbers. As soon as i heard the voice on the other end, i felt like i had been punched in the gut. It was my Big. I never expected to talk to this person again, but here he was, after nearly 7 months of not talking to me, he calls. He informs me of his decision to move back to Bloomington because things aren't working out with his current situation. He tells me he has everything set and will be back in August. He asks me if I am dating anyone and proceeds to tell me he was just trying to get a hold of people he hasn't talked to in forever. He tells me we'll get together when he gets back in town, but he is "sure he'll talk to me before then". My head was just spinning. It all seemed surreal. It may not happen and most likely, it won't. I probably will not talk to him again, but this one phone call was enough to start you thinking about what it will be like to walk down the street with the chance of running into him. I've learned so much that I know I am strong enough to handle it, but its still very very strange.
It poses the question why? again. Why did I get called? Why is this is happening now? What does this mean? Is it just another test I am supposed to overcome? I have no idea.
It is so easy to give out advice, but to follow your own advice is extremely difficult. I am the reasonable one, the psychiatrist who people come to in times of need. I just recently talked a good friend through a very hard end in a relationship, but I could see how bad it was for her. When it comes to myself though, i know what is right, but doing the right thing is not easy.
Sex and the City is truly a little glimpse into situations that occur between people on a daily basis. Right now, I am one of those situations and LJ is my Carrie, Charlotte, and Samantha (assuming I'm Miranda, haha). Dumb analogy? Maybe, but it works for me. On that note, I am going to bed. Comments are appreciated.