Random Stories
Played RISK with Christian, Mike, and Gina the other night.
We also BBQed, watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey (all our favourite version), ate brownies, drank various Propeller beer, got high and laughed a shit ton.
I met up with Christian at his place and we walked and bought groceries. It was the first time in months that I actually enjoyed grocery shopping again. He's good company. Then we walked from Quinpool to the South End. It was a long walk, but it was just the right temperature for a walk plus, we talked a bunch and laughed more.
During a conversation I totally checked out a jogger running by.
*Looks back at him* Now what did you say? I was checking out that guy.
"The guy with the long brown hair and beard?"
"That's right."
"I've never seen someone play into a type as much as you."
Speakin of...
There's a guy who comes into the Smoke Shoppe a couple times during my shift. He's doing some sort of construction work there, so he's always full of plaster and dirt and old clothes. Lately, he's been rocking some Iron Maiden and red camo pants. It also should be noted that he has brown hair (shortish) and a beard, and glasses. So I have this dirty, older than me, hilarious metal head coming in all the time. He's probably the highlight of my shift, usually. We build up on jokes and have a really good back-and-forth.
Like today, Bob (guy I work with) said that some of the chips had La Village Histoire Acadienne on them, which is weird as fuck, but when he found out I'm Acdian he pointed them out to me. Then metal head buddy stuts on over and I show him and he makes fun of Acaidans for a good five minutes, also for me being so into Bob (cuz we were standing closely while looking at the chips.. Bob's a 60 year old (possibly gay) man). After that rant, I told him I was Acadian and he made a really awkward face and said he was sorry. I said I knew he wasn't and that he would've been just like my other friends and made fun of me just as much for being Acadian. This eventually led down to my name, and I realized we didn't know eachother's names yet despite the over-a-month of picking at eachother.
Then he told me his name was Ben.
Ahhh, there ya go. Now, I know I have a boyfriend. I would never cheat on him, etc etc. But there's a part of me who's a huge ass flirt and knowing that this wicked guy has the same name as an ex boyfriend just put him on the "really don't want" list. Cuz really, I wouldn't be able to say his name without partially thinking of original Ben. And definitely could not sleep with him with out the same thing.
Yes, I am this horrible and think of these things. ALL THE TIME.
Like I said, nothing would ever happen besides joking around at my job, but still. I always enjoy having the options open.
Similarly I haven't really seen Ryan in the last week and been having a much less stressed resistance. I mean, I have options to do what *I* want to do and don't have to fight for it or defend myself. It's fucking glorious. Well, I am going to have lunch with him today.. Maybe.. I don't know. I miss him I just don't want to walk back to Bayer's Road. Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Anywho,
A bientot
Nichole