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On Thursday night, I was supposed to go to a friend's house to watch the finale of Grey's Anatomy. We have both been lonely and wanted some company, so I was looking forward to it. Well he ended up being super stressed with work and having to stay late so he cancelled. I was pretty bummed-especially since this episode, like pretty much every other one, made me cry. In case you don't care, or haven't had a chance to watch the finale yet, I'll refrain from saying anything else. Just because I cried doesn't mean it's super sad-I just tend to cry at everything =p
Okay, so back to what I was talking about, I was bummed that I ended up watching Grey's all alone. My friend msged me after the show and asked what I was doing, and tried to get me to go out. I didn't particularly feel like it, but because I was supposed to be out anyways, and part of me wanted to get out in order to be spiteful (yes, I'm real mature at times). She says she's meeting up with a friend, and his friends. "Are they cute?" "My friend is, I don't know about his friends, I've never me them." (thinking-that can be promising). "Okay, are they cute and single?" "Yes." Sadly, that was my driving force to go. I haven't been posting much here, but if I've been talking to you, you know my recent frustration with a number of guys.
So I head over to Beacon Hill, and it takes me a while because of the wonder that is the T (not hating on the T, except for the waiting and the fact that you sometimes have to go in to get out of the city does get tiresome). Finally get there, and shove my way into the bar to find my friend. I meet her friend, and I'm just kind of there. I forget how shy I can be when I'm not attempting to be super social. I guess he thought more of me than I did of him, because he took it upon himself to talk rather exclusively to me. I don't mind, I like attention. ;)
I'll leave some mystery as to what happened the rest of the night, but lets just say he made sure to get my number before we parted ways. He also texted me the next day, because I believe I had already said I was supposed to be going out-and he was thinking of meeting up. Which he did. Two days in a row.
Saturday was graduation stuff (oh, yeah, I guess I didn't mention, he just graduated from law school and will be moving to NY at the end of the summer to be a corporate workhorse at one of the large firms), so I didn't hear from him. I did once, when I txted him after graduation to say "congrats" and he said "thanks." While it's most likely circumstantial, I will have to say that's a good move on his part, because now I'm kind of anxiously waiting to hear from him again.
I'm starting to realize how jaded I am, and how much that conflicts with the fact that deep down, I'm a hopeless romantic. I just can't seem to believe that a guy would have genuine interest in me, but I keep thinking that someday Prince Charming will come find me. It's quite the internal battle at times! However, hopefully the conflict will work itself out that I only protect myself from getting hurt early on, but doesn't sabotage things before they begin.
Okay, so back to what I was talking about, I was bummed that I ended up watching Grey's all alone. My friend msged me after the show and asked what I was doing, and tried to get me to go out. I didn't particularly feel like it, but because I was supposed to be out anyways, and part of me wanted to get out in order to be spiteful (yes, I'm real mature at times). She says she's meeting up with a friend, and his friends. "Are they cute?" "My friend is, I don't know about his friends, I've never me them." (thinking-that can be promising). "Okay, are they cute and single?" "Yes." Sadly, that was my driving force to go. I haven't been posting much here, but if I've been talking to you, you know my recent frustration with a number of guys.
So I head over to Beacon Hill, and it takes me a while because of the wonder that is the T (not hating on the T, except for the waiting and the fact that you sometimes have to go in to get out of the city does get tiresome). Finally get there, and shove my way into the bar to find my friend. I meet her friend, and I'm just kind of there. I forget how shy I can be when I'm not attempting to be super social. I guess he thought more of me than I did of him, because he took it upon himself to talk rather exclusively to me. I don't mind, I like attention. ;)
I'll leave some mystery as to what happened the rest of the night, but lets just say he made sure to get my number before we parted ways. He also texted me the next day, because I believe I had already said I was supposed to be going out-and he was thinking of meeting up. Which he did. Two days in a row.
Saturday was graduation stuff (oh, yeah, I guess I didn't mention, he just graduated from law school and will be moving to NY at the end of the summer to be a corporate workhorse at one of the large firms), so I didn't hear from him. I did once, when I txted him after graduation to say "congrats" and he said "thanks." While it's most likely circumstantial, I will have to say that's a good move on his part, because now I'm kind of anxiously waiting to hear from him again.
I'm starting to realize how jaded I am, and how much that conflicts with the fact that deep down, I'm a hopeless romantic. I just can't seem to believe that a guy would have genuine interest in me, but I keep thinking that someday Prince Charming will come find me. It's quite the internal battle at times! However, hopefully the conflict will work itself out that I only protect myself from getting hurt early on, but doesn't sabotage things before they begin.