Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Victory Is Mine

I have been very, very bad. I have neglected my poor blog. And all of you. I would apologize, but it's honestly getting a little old.

Sooooo.... Instead I will tell you all about my awesome fake weekend. Mainly Tuesday, er yesterday. Jesus, I'm tired. Has it really only been a day since then? Anyway, on Tuesday, a very special person named A.C. Newman dropped by my town to play some very choice music. It was awesome. And choice. Did I mention I'm very tired? That would be for the very good reason that I hardly slept last night. And not because I didn't have the opportunity, but rather because I was too full of, um, adrenaline. (Right?)

This might be a good time to mention that The Coworker was among the people in to see the show last night. (Yes, you're starting to understand now, aren't you?) And no, "nothing happened," just to get that clear straight off. But then, even when nothing happens, some things do happen... Things like: my outfit being really hot (especially the shoes, although at the end of the night I could not feel my feet!); the car being far too small to fit all of us, leading to the all time record closeness of one crusher (me) and one crushee (him); a text after reaching home that informed me I had smelled nice (success!); and a lot, a lot of dancing around like a lunatic with Edie-girl (this probably did not score me any points with the serious-musician set, but I do not care!)

All in all, it was a pretty record night, and I was able to completely shirk off any residual feelings of needing him to like me, which felt amazing. Also, I was able to fully appreciate our (flirtatiously?) antagonistic way of relating to each other on the ride home, which was way more fun than I ever remembering it being... probably because I was only concerned with having fun and didn't care if I was annoying him (OMG, I won sooo many fake fights last night. Victory feels so so nice.)

And for those of you in the know, apparently my little "harsh" reaction to the Second-Saturday blow-off actually worked. Because really, I would never have know that A.C. Newman was playing if The Coworker hadn't invited me. Twice.

In all honesty, yes, I have gotten a little carried away since the (rather small) events of last night... fantasies/wonderings-about what it would be like if we were to be in a relationship (fun, but a bit of work really), and all that checking-of-the-phone-to-see-if-he's-sent-a-text thing that we should all be so keen to avoid. But in reality, I know nothing's changed. And that's okay, because I'm better than this. And thank God, I finally know it.


  1. I find if I make my phone 'beep' when I receive a message, it removes the entire need to check it every 30 seconds (or less...)

    Try it, and tell me if it spares your psychosis a little... :P

  2. Mmm... it does beep, it's just very, very quiet. My psychosis is on the mend, don't worry.

  3. Sorry about the shoes, I know it sucks when hot shoes don't feel great. At least you smelled good!


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