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ok... i met this guy online maybe- july of 2002? We talked for a few weeks and were just sooo itching to meet each other; it seemed too good to be true. I drove over and hour one night to a college that he worked at (hes an RD) and we hung out for a few hours while he was on call (busy schedules and what not). Ok so it was very apparent in the first five minutes that there was no chemistry on either end, which horribly horribly bummed the both of us because everything had seemed so promising, but what are you gonna do, eh.
So I decided to relax and just kill some time, we were both taken off guard at the unexpected lack of sparks and it was kinda awkward for pretty much that reason alone im thinking. Before we even met i told him no matter what happened i didnt want to lose him as an internet friend because we had such a great time talking online... but alas... i think i spoke to him twice after that night, and both times were thin and shallow exchanges. I think i keep getting brushed off because he thinks im interested in him and hes not interested in me?
I dunno, maybe im reading too much into it. So when i left that night i left my Book. My Book was a $.10 purchase from the salvation army back in 1998 that i have steadily drawn in, painted, glued, ripped, erased, inked and scribbled in to make my own sort of diary. Every time i have a person in my life that makes some sort of dent with their very presence ive asked them to put a page of their own in there. So i left the book for him.
Um, i still have yet to go pick it up.
yea i must so be wanting to jump his bones eh?
SO not having talked to him in almost a year i Imed him tonight (being as I have quit my job, i have some free time) to see about going down to get my book. I dont know why i feel the need to post this, so those of you who will be crass about me sharing this, just fuck off right now thanks.
neobeet: jay
CatDrool: hey
neobeet: howre things
CatDrool: very well
CatDrool: you?
neobeet: life is a gift, what can i say
CatDrool: haha... let me ask you a blunt question
neobeet: shoot
CatDrool: the night you were here... we goofed around with that movie about Slingblade... and you kept mentioning hard-ons... were you hinting at something?
neobeet: i honestly dont remember mentioning hard ons.....
neobeet: OH
neobeet: in the movie i said he had one? um, one time
neobeet: no i think i was just being stupid
CatDrool: yeah...
neobeet: why on earth would you ask me that *now*?
CatDrool: ok, good
neobeet: how long have you been mulling that over?
CatDrool: mulling it over?
CatDrool: never
CatDrool: just thought of it
neobeet: thats great
CatDrool: i figured you were being silly
neobeet: i was
CatDrool: cool
CatDrool: i'm actually on my way out
CatDrool: "out"
CatDrool: the proverbial quest
neobeet: oh yes
CatDrool: but you'll be online soon?
neobeet: not until tuesday night
CatDrool: wow ok
CatDrool: i'll catch up with you
CatDrool: have a good night
*******
BRUSHED OFF HMMM?
i just want my book back =\
So I decided to relax and just kill some time, we were both taken off guard at the unexpected lack of sparks and it was kinda awkward for pretty much that reason alone im thinking. Before we even met i told him no matter what happened i didnt want to lose him as an internet friend because we had such a great time talking online... but alas... i think i spoke to him twice after that night, and both times were thin and shallow exchanges. I think i keep getting brushed off because he thinks im interested in him and hes not interested in me?
I dunno, maybe im reading too much into it. So when i left that night i left my Book. My Book was a $.10 purchase from the salvation army back in 1998 that i have steadily drawn in, painted, glued, ripped, erased, inked and scribbled in to make my own sort of diary. Every time i have a person in my life that makes some sort of dent with their very presence ive asked them to put a page of their own in there. So i left the book for him.
Um, i still have yet to go pick it up.
yea i must so be wanting to jump his bones eh?
SO not having talked to him in almost a year i Imed him tonight (being as I have quit my job, i have some free time) to see about going down to get my book. I dont know why i feel the need to post this, so those of you who will be crass about me sharing this, just fuck off right now thanks.
neobeet: jay
CatDrool: hey
neobeet: howre things
CatDrool: very well
CatDrool: you?
neobeet: life is a gift, what can i say
CatDrool: haha... let me ask you a blunt question
neobeet: shoot
CatDrool: the night you were here... we goofed around with that movie about Slingblade... and you kept mentioning hard-ons... were you hinting at something?
neobeet: i honestly dont remember mentioning hard ons.....
neobeet: OH
neobeet: in the movie i said he had one? um, one time
neobeet: no i think i was just being stupid
CatDrool: yeah...
neobeet: why on earth would you ask me that *now*?
CatDrool: ok, good
neobeet: how long have you been mulling that over?
CatDrool: mulling it over?
CatDrool: never
CatDrool: just thought of it
neobeet: thats great
CatDrool: i figured you were being silly
neobeet: i was
CatDrool: cool
CatDrool: i'm actually on my way out
CatDrool: "out"
CatDrool: the proverbial quest
neobeet: oh yes
CatDrool: but you'll be online soon?
neobeet: not until tuesday night
CatDrool: wow ok
CatDrool: i'll catch up with you
CatDrool: have a good night
*******
BRUSHED OFF HMMM?
i just want my book back =\