Longest Entry Evar~
My life is relationships. I didn't realize that until recently.
So Andrew and I officially broke up on Sunday. It's tragic, sad, unfortunate, whatever. I didn't even cry. I'm not that upset. Maybe I'm saving in all my pain and anguish and suffering for later, but as of right now, I'm distracted.
A "new male acquaintance" and I have been spending a lot of time together. He's a great guy, actually. He's really attractive in a non-traditional way. And I know that I'm the last person who should be commenting on eyes, but his are really nigh phenomenal. They're some electric but slightly subdued shade of blue.
I have a bra the same color. :)
Anyway. His intellect could run circles around mine, and that's the biggest turn-on of all. I even kissed him, which was more than nice. But last night, shit went down on our way back from creative writing club.
"You're exhausted! You don't need to stay with me," I argued. I hadn't eaten all day, and I was starving/verging on a relapse. But I'll get to that.
"No, seriously. I'll go get food with you. I'll study and sleep later," he decided. Adorable! And polite!
"Really? 'Cuz you don't have to."
"I know. I should. I mean, I want to."
Just then, a female friend of his entered and passed by, noticing neither of us.
"On second thought," he began, "I should get going."
"Uh--yeah--I--okay," I stammered. "Bye."
And he was gone, after her.
He tried to redeem himself by inviting me over to watch a movie later that evening after a confrontation where I called him insulting, but I can't shake the feeling that it was just a pity invite.
We discussed making plans for this evening, but it looks like that's not going to work out. We also thought about catching a movie tomorrow night, and I really hope he doesn't blow me off for this. I really want to get to know him. For once, I feel excited. With Andrew, everything was dead. There was no magic. We were eighty-five and horrible. But with this new guy, I giggle when we kiss. Which is much less often than it should be.
We're awkward around each other. I don't want him to be like Buddy. I can't let that happen to myself again. I want him to open up, and I want to open up to him. The only way I know how to open up is by telling him about my food issues, and I don't think that's appropriate.
By the way, I stopped eating again. I can't seem to start again.
So Andrew and I officially broke up on Sunday. It's tragic, sad, unfortunate, whatever. I didn't even cry. I'm not that upset. Maybe I'm saving in all my pain and anguish and suffering for later, but as of right now, I'm distracted.
A "new male acquaintance" and I have been spending a lot of time together. He's a great guy, actually. He's really attractive in a non-traditional way. And I know that I'm the last person who should be commenting on eyes, but his are really nigh phenomenal. They're some electric but slightly subdued shade of blue.
I have a bra the same color. :)
Anyway. His intellect could run circles around mine, and that's the biggest turn-on of all. I even kissed him, which was more than nice. But last night, shit went down on our way back from creative writing club.
"You're exhausted! You don't need to stay with me," I argued. I hadn't eaten all day, and I was starving/verging on a relapse. But I'll get to that.
"No, seriously. I'll go get food with you. I'll study and sleep later," he decided. Adorable! And polite!
"Really? 'Cuz you don't have to."
"I know. I should. I mean, I want to."
Just then, a female friend of his entered and passed by, noticing neither of us.
"On second thought," he began, "I should get going."
"Uh--yeah--I--okay," I stammered. "Bye."
And he was gone, after her.
He tried to redeem himself by inviting me over to watch a movie later that evening after a confrontation where I called him insulting, but I can't shake the feeling that it was just a pity invite.
We discussed making plans for this evening, but it looks like that's not going to work out. We also thought about catching a movie tomorrow night, and I really hope he doesn't blow me off for this. I really want to get to know him. For once, I feel excited. With Andrew, everything was dead. There was no magic. We were eighty-five and horrible. But with this new guy, I giggle when we kiss. Which is much less often than it should be.
We're awkward around each other. I don't want him to be like Buddy. I can't let that happen to myself again. I want him to open up, and I want to open up to him. The only way I know how to open up is by telling him about my food issues, and I don't think that's appropriate.
By the way, I stopped eating again. I can't seem to start again.