Her: Home on a Friday? Want some company?
Me: (pause) I'm...I don't think that's a good idea.
Stayed in on Friday; just tired and irritated. Saturday morning, saw PCD for brunch. We ended up cooking and I made a frittata. Since she was a pro, I was flattered that she thought it was good. Went off to class and got a beatdown. I'm quite literally COVERED with bruises (do not click if squeamish). Should take up yoga. Or at least something that doesn't involve people stabbing, slashing, kicking, choking, strangling and punching me. Yes. Yoga.
Spoke to Heartgirl afterward. She confided in me something and I was a bit touched. We're more alike than she knows.
Saturday, LisaV invites me to a house party downtown. It's a literal and figurative sweatbox. An hour in, a girl grabs me and sticks a huge bottle of tequila down my throat and, later, kisses me on the cheek - of course she's 22. Before I leave, another girl leans in and kisses me too. Huh. Must be the tequila. Close out the night with this cool blonde that boxes and threw me a nasty uppercut. Impressive.
Note to self: Hang out with LisaV more often.
At 2:00, walk LisaV home across the LES. Woulda been terribly romantic if she wasn't seeing someone and I wasn't...so damn distracted.
Him: You didn't get anyone's number? Did you even ask?
Me: No...I'm very distracted.Him: Dude, you gotta fix that.
Music: Once again I found myself with my friends