Littleneuroticthang

My Evil Twin

So, it has been quite the intresting weekend. I found out a lot of things that I just wish I didn't know. Things that I could happy live without knowing. It started out as any normal Friday. I just have no ideal where the hell it went wrong.

I get a texted message from this guy I've been talking to while I was getting ready and he was headed in the same destination as I. So I was like cool, I'll text you when I get there. I asked G. point blank if he would be cool with this. He looked me straight in the eye and said he was fine. We head downtown and are having fun and drinking and all that. I was having a blast. Well, around 2 I get a call and decide to meet the boy at my place. Well, this pisses G. off to no end. Apparently it was a slap in the face to him. Which I can look back and see it wasn't the coolest thing to do. But it isn't like he has always been cool with me. He has treated me like shit on some many levels at so many times. Yet the one time I fuck up, I will never hear the end of it.

He says it's ok that I date other people but I can't sleep with anyone else. Yet, he doesn't want to hold the title of being my boyfriend. Which I am not ok with. The thing is I don't want to be his girlfriend. I care about him a lot and we have this amazing time when we do hang out and he watches my back but he is a closed book to me and I HATE that. I can't be with someone who can't open up to me. I just can't. Besides, it's not like he wants a girlfriend, right?

So he is all pissed off because this guy did come over. He was like why weren't you honest with me. The thing is I haven't told anyone about this guy. It's not like I am ashamed of this person either. I'm not, for some reason I just want to keep it to myself. Which is weird. I don't know why. So how I am I not being honest if I don't lie about it. I just didn't give any info. It's my business, no one else's.

Well, I have learned that vodka, red bull and jagger are a lethal mix for me. I am not the happy go lucky drunk, no I turn into the Bitch from Hell. G. left me in the bar so naturally I went after him. I beat the shit out of him. My hands are so freaking bruised up right now. I just went the fuck off on him. Then he preceded to fucking not leave me alone all night. I wouldn't let him in nor would I answer the door or any of his calls. It really pissed him off because the boy did come over. Fuck him. I'm single and I am not going to sit around waiting for someone to decide if they want me or not. Sorry I am to old to be playing games. This isn't high school and I vowed when I left. B. that I would not put up with anyone's shit again. And I mean it.

Grrrrrrrrr.....why can't I ever know any men and not little boys? I am so glad that there were no cops around when I went off on him. Because I know I would most likely be sitting in Broward County Jail right now. That would not be the place I would want to spend my fourth of July weekend.

So, I am going to go eat some dinner and get ready. I am going to go to Miami tonight. I am off tomorrow! Woo-HOO!

posted by pixie @ 5:33 AM