Coilus Interuptus
SMB XI was just an oversized version of Bound, although I thought it was cool that the current venue is conveniently where Coyote Ugly used to be and right off the Chinatown metro (and across from Chinatown Express, the 'noodles in window' place). I was entirely too bitchy with Gremlin and DarkElectric, mostly hungry and tired after working too much, but I went (they bought me food, yay!) and did a little demo with DarkElectric, and then went off to find Commando.
I didn't get his 'I have other plans' text message until I was literally on the corner of the HalfShell's block, practically within shouting distance. So I pop in anyway (it was like 200 yards away), witness him kiss his ex-roommate with a smile goodbye, and then got to bear the brunt of his irritation. I was so steamed I could have boiled eggs in my hair.
Which is all funny, because I was the one insistent on not getting back together. It ALWAYS used to get to me that Commando thinks friendly flirting is a kiss on the lips. For me, kissing is so personal I rarely even do it with my b/f or g/f, I'd rather they fuck someone else than kiss them. I'm not that big on kissing to begin with, and I really have to be in the right frame of mind. Biting? Well, that's a whole different can of fun.
So then we had a little spat, but not much, but by the time I get home (disappointed I didn't get to spend time with him, but even more steamed and infinitely hurt he smiles at everyone but me at first greeting, I don't care if it IS a professional bartender's smile). And I wrote out this big long email full of hurt and all or nothings.
The jist of it was, whenever I make plans (in a couple), I do so AS A COUPLE and he does so AS A PERSON and I might be allowed to tag along. I worked Saturday, most of the day, while awaiting his reply to my ultimatum(s) only he never answered by my set deadline of midnight, Saturday night. Hurt, severely hurt, I went out and got trashed, only to have more drama placed on me by a friend who freaked out because she saw a mouse at her place.
Sunday, Commando and I fixed the issue... sort of. We're working on it, and I see the little baby steps, so this could end up being the real deal after all. *shrug* His phone is disconnected, so it's not as if we can fight any.
In other news, I keep getting attacked by nature lately, mostly bugs. I hate bugs. From the squiggly many-legged thing in the dishwasher at the Crypt, to the explosion of spiders in my lap on Monday at work, to nearly stepping on what I thought was a snake and which I now think was a piece of vine (it was pitch dark), to the large black roach-like beetles that seem to be EVERYWHERE this summer.
I didn't get his 'I have other plans' text message until I was literally on the corner of the HalfShell's block, practically within shouting distance. So I pop in anyway (it was like 200 yards away), witness him kiss his ex-roommate with a smile goodbye, and then got to bear the brunt of his irritation. I was so steamed I could have boiled eggs in my hair.
Which is all funny, because I was the one insistent on not getting back together. It ALWAYS used to get to me that Commando thinks friendly flirting is a kiss on the lips. For me, kissing is so personal I rarely even do it with my b/f or g/f, I'd rather they fuck someone else than kiss them. I'm not that big on kissing to begin with, and I really have to be in the right frame of mind. Biting? Well, that's a whole different can of fun.
So then we had a little spat, but not much, but by the time I get home (disappointed I didn't get to spend time with him, but even more steamed and infinitely hurt he smiles at everyone but me at first greeting, I don't care if it IS a professional bartender's smile). And I wrote out this big long email full of hurt and all or nothings.
The jist of it was, whenever I make plans (in a couple), I do so AS A COUPLE and he does so AS A PERSON and I might be allowed to tag along. I worked Saturday, most of the day, while awaiting his reply to my ultimatum(s) only he never answered by my set deadline of midnight, Saturday night. Hurt, severely hurt, I went out and got trashed, only to have more drama placed on me by a friend who freaked out because she saw a mouse at her place.
Sunday, Commando and I fixed the issue... sort of. We're working on it, and I see the little baby steps, so this could end up being the real deal after all. *shrug* His phone is disconnected, so it's not as if we can fight any.
In other news, I keep getting attacked by nature lately, mostly bugs. I hate bugs. From the squiggly many-legged thing in the dishwasher at the Crypt, to the explosion of spiders in my lap on Monday at work, to nearly stepping on what I thought was a snake and which I now think was a piece of vine (it was pitch dark), to the large black roach-like beetles that seem to be EVERYWHERE this summer.