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When I woke up Friday morning, our lovely blue couch was gone. Kalen and I are still not completely over the loss of such a fine piece of furniture, but we will be eventually. In the meantime, we're searching for a slightly more compact couch for the sad empty space in our living room.
Friday night I went out to Aura with Mya and some of our mutual friends. It was a lot more fun than last weekend, most likely since there were no near fights or awkward run-ins with ex-boyfriends (although I did drunk text Matt, but more about that later). The weirdest part was getting hit on by a guy in his LATE 20s (he graduated high school in the 90s!). I ended up drinking two Adios Mother F--kers, a mojito, and a gin and tonic. Needless to say, I was hammered and very confused when I woke up at The Roxy with Tim, Mya and JerWei, and even more confused when I woke up at home with a cheese omelette (although pleasantly confused).
What I've pieced together so far is I went to the bathroom and bumped into this guy who was hitting on me when we were waiting in line to get inside. He insisted on buying me a drink, and by the time I got away and back to where Mya et al. were going to wait, they'd left because they thought I'd gone home. So Mr. Creeper trys to bring me home with him. I politely declined the offer (but wasn't sly enough to get out of giving him my number) and began my trek home. When I was around 17th and Stark, my brother saw me stumbling down the street and put me in his car and drove to The Roxy where he was meeting the ditchers. Everyone was talking and I felt left out, so I decided to start drunk texting people. I'm not sure what I said to Matt (my phone doesn't save sent texts), but you can imagine my surprise when I received a text at 8:45am saying "You were up a little late last night, huh?" Either way, it was for the best because we made tentative plans to hang out that night after we both finished working, and started the reconciliation process. But more on that later.
Cut to Saturday night. Matt didn't want to go to a bar with me and Kalen and a bunch of her friends, so I decided to just go with them but not drink and meet up with him when he finished up working in LO at 11. He ended up getting stuck at work really late so we decided to reschedule for Wednesday, and I got roped into going to Bettie Ford, this bar/club near our apartment. I had heard their bouncers are pretty strict, so I advised against going there, especially since it was 1:00am when we finally got there, so there was no line and not too many people inside to serve as a distraction. Sure enough, Kalen was the first non-21er who tried to get in with her fake and, after the bouncer checked it for literally 10 minutes, got it copped (they confiscate it unless you bring them a cop who will verify its authenticity). So, now Kalen is back to being 19 and from Portland Oregon instead of Portland Maine.
On the brightside, at least I don't have to worry about getting dragged to Portland City Grill or Aura anymore, which has diminished my savings substantially.
Back to Matthew. No one seems to understand why I'm giving Matt a second chance but not Justin, and it is getting rather frustrating. To begin with, as much as I cared about Justin, I'd be lying if I said things were perfect with us before we broke up. Justin was really great when he was sober, but when he was drunk he would say and do horrendous things. He was always a confident guy, but alcohol intensified his confidence to the point of being cocky. In his eyes, he could do no wrong, and to argue with him was blasphemous. With Matt things were much different. From the beginning, he was a sweetheart. While Justin had to practically be provoked to do something sweet (like the time he made me breakfast in bed after our first fight), Matt would just know when I needed something, sometimes before I consciously knew. I remember one night Justin was being particularly mean, Matt confronted him about it and told him I didn't deserve it. And even though Matt was sleeping around on me, to be fair, we never had the exclusive relationship talk, and I kissed someone else (twice) while Matt and I were "together." What's more, Matt has changed tremendously since the summer. He no longer drinks or parties, he's extremely focused on school right now, and is slowly pulling himself away from his group of friends that is still fixated on the party aspect of college. To be fair, Justin has changed as well, but not really in a way that would make me feel confident about rekindling things. For better or worse, Justin is the epitome of a stereotypical college boy more concerned about where he's going to be drinking than what he's supposed to be learning. With Matt, I can see a positive outcome if we start things back up. That's not saying there will definitely be one, but there's at least a good chance of a satisfying end result.
But I'm getting way too far ahead of myself. We haven't had a meaningful conversation since September, and for all I know, the chemistry could be gone. I'm just eager to see what lies in the future.
To continue with my hair saga, I chopped of 6-8 inches today and am now back to a chin-lengthed bob, similar to last summer although not as many layers and blonde! But now I need to get to bed so I can have lots of energy for the Blood Drive tomorrow
Friday night I went out to Aura with Mya and some of our mutual friends. It was a lot more fun than last weekend, most likely since there were no near fights or awkward run-ins with ex-boyfriends (although I did drunk text Matt, but more about that later). The weirdest part was getting hit on by a guy in his LATE 20s (he graduated high school in the 90s!). I ended up drinking two Adios Mother F--kers, a mojito, and a gin and tonic. Needless to say, I was hammered and very confused when I woke up at The Roxy with Tim, Mya and JerWei, and even more confused when I woke up at home with a cheese omelette (although pleasantly confused).
What I've pieced together so far is I went to the bathroom and bumped into this guy who was hitting on me when we were waiting in line to get inside. He insisted on buying me a drink, and by the time I got away and back to where Mya et al. were going to wait, they'd left because they thought I'd gone home. So Mr. Creeper trys to bring me home with him. I politely declined the offer (but wasn't sly enough to get out of giving him my number) and began my trek home. When I was around 17th and Stark, my brother saw me stumbling down the street and put me in his car and drove to The Roxy where he was meeting the ditchers. Everyone was talking and I felt left out, so I decided to start drunk texting people. I'm not sure what I said to Matt (my phone doesn't save sent texts), but you can imagine my surprise when I received a text at 8:45am saying "You were up a little late last night, huh?" Either way, it was for the best because we made tentative plans to hang out that night after we both finished working, and started the reconciliation process. But more on that later.
Cut to Saturday night. Matt didn't want to go to a bar with me and Kalen and a bunch of her friends, so I decided to just go with them but not drink and meet up with him when he finished up working in LO at 11. He ended up getting stuck at work really late so we decided to reschedule for Wednesday, and I got roped into going to Bettie Ford, this bar/club near our apartment. I had heard their bouncers are pretty strict, so I advised against going there, especially since it was 1:00am when we finally got there, so there was no line and not too many people inside to serve as a distraction. Sure enough, Kalen was the first non-21er who tried to get in with her fake and, after the bouncer checked it for literally 10 minutes, got it copped (they confiscate it unless you bring them a cop who will verify its authenticity). So, now Kalen is back to being 19 and from Portland Oregon instead of Portland Maine.
On the brightside, at least I don't have to worry about getting dragged to Portland City Grill or Aura anymore, which has diminished my savings substantially.
Back to Matthew. No one seems to understand why I'm giving Matt a second chance but not Justin, and it is getting rather frustrating. To begin with, as much as I cared about Justin, I'd be lying if I said things were perfect with us before we broke up. Justin was really great when he was sober, but when he was drunk he would say and do horrendous things. He was always a confident guy, but alcohol intensified his confidence to the point of being cocky. In his eyes, he could do no wrong, and to argue with him was blasphemous. With Matt things were much different. From the beginning, he was a sweetheart. While Justin had to practically be provoked to do something sweet (like the time he made me breakfast in bed after our first fight), Matt would just know when I needed something, sometimes before I consciously knew. I remember one night Justin was being particularly mean, Matt confronted him about it and told him I didn't deserve it. And even though Matt was sleeping around on me, to be fair, we never had the exclusive relationship talk, and I kissed someone else (twice) while Matt and I were "together." What's more, Matt has changed tremendously since the summer. He no longer drinks or parties, he's extremely focused on school right now, and is slowly pulling himself away from his group of friends that is still fixated on the party aspect of college. To be fair, Justin has changed as well, but not really in a way that would make me feel confident about rekindling things. For better or worse, Justin is the epitome of a stereotypical college boy more concerned about where he's going to be drinking than what he's supposed to be learning. With Matt, I can see a positive outcome if we start things back up. That's not saying there will definitely be one, but there's at least a good chance of a satisfying end result.
But I'm getting way too far ahead of myself. We haven't had a meaningful conversation since September, and for all I know, the chemistry could be gone. I'm just eager to see what lies in the future.
To continue with my hair saga, I chopped of 6-8 inches today and am now back to a chin-lengthed bob, similar to last summer although not as many layers and blonde! But now I need to get to bed so I can have lots of energy for the Blood Drive tomorrow