Sex... love... uh oh's

Day 18

Ok, so there's this freakin HOT guy that works in my building, and I mean H-O-T! So hot that every time I pass him in the halls I blush! I seriously can't even make eye contact with him. So every once in a while we say hi when we run into eachother. Well, when I was with Marine... I was in my relationship mode, so the work hottie didn't have any effect on me because I was all about Marine. I think that intrigued him a little bit, that he wasn't getting the same blushing reaction he always got out of me, so he started talking to me more often. Instead of just saying hi, he would make a lot of small talk. Well, I haven't seen him around in a while and obviously Marine and I broke up a while back, so I've been dreading seeing the work hottie because I know I'll just act like a little school girl again. So, today I was walking to the bathroom when he comes out of his office, I'm trying to duck away as the blood rushes to my cheeks and he goes out of his way to say hi. I say hi and keep walking, then he tells me to wait up. I'm blushing like crazy, and then I start shaking! I'm like WTF is wrong with me? It's just a freakin guy! He's asking about my job, and what I do and asks if I'm interested in looking at other job opportunities, that he'd like to talk to me about working with him, and he asks for my number. I said sure, and told him to stop by my office later and i'll give him my number. So he came by, and the receptionist told him I was on the phone, and didn't bother to tell me he came by. Grrrr!!! So... we'll see if he tries again.

posted by EIizabeth @ 3:45 PM 0 Comments

Day 17

So last night after work I went to Target to pick up a "few things", which any woman will tell you is impossible to do at Target. I went to buy lipstick and mascara, and came out with $110 worth of crap. Dammit! Oh, but it was fun! I bought my first George Foreman grill, so then I had to go home and use it, duh! I made a steak that was pretty good, I'll have that grill mastered in no time! I also bought Barbershop 2 and watched that last night, it was pretty funny. THEN... it was time to get serious, last night was the season finale of the Real World San Diego. Robin got off with a fine for punching that marine, Cameron got busted with a fake ID AGAIN and Brad got arrested AGAIN for snatching the fake ID out of the bouncers hand. It was a good finale, I cried like a baby of course, just like I have for every finale in the past 10 years. I finally got in bed around 1am, and for some reason decided to turn on the TV to see what was on, even though I was exhausted. So I came across this movie that was just starting called Soldier's Girl, it was so sad! I stayed up until 3am watching it. So, yes, I'm very tired. Ok, back to work...

posted by EIizabeth @ 10:17 AM 1 Comments

Day 16 (part 2)

Today fuckin sucks so far, I have cramps from hell and no advil. Damn the man! Last night I got home from work, made dinner (bbq pork chops, mashed potatoes, and peas. By the way... when did i turn into my mother???), Cop's mom came over for a little bit, then Cop and his wife went to counseling and I babysat. It was so much fun! I took them both outside with a little foam bat and ball, and a water gun, I sat the baby in his little bouncy chair and I played with the 3 year old in the grass for like 2 hours. I finally got him to start speaking spanish to me, which is big! He's fluent in spanish and english, but won't usually speak spanish when he's at our house. Last night he would talk to me in english and I would reply in spanish until he finally started speaking it too. That was about it, then I watched Patch Adams and went to bed.

So, about the rest of the weekend... on Sunday I was sitting watching TV when Cop's wife comes in and asked me if Cop had talked to me about her and the boys moving in with us. I was like, ummmmm NO! WTF??? She got really pissed at him, and said that he told her to go get all her stuff from her mom's house and bring it to our apt. because he wants her to move in. She asked him if he had talked to me about it and he said yes, that I was fine with it. I was SO fuckin pissed when she told me that! I told her that I don't think she should move in, that the situation is difficult enough with her being her 4-5 days a week much less living there. So no, I don't want her to move in. All they do is argue and fight, she's way too jealous of me and anyone else he gives any kind of attention too, it would cause way too many financial problems, and the 2 bedroom apartment is just way too small for 5 people, including two little ones, to permanently live there. They only have 4 more months until the lease is up, then they can do whatever they want. So she of course wanted to confront him about his lies, and asked me if I cared if she told him what I said. Hell no I don't care, I want him to get busted. So she goes in his room and was like "Why the fuck did you lie to me about talking to Elizabeth about us moving in?" He denied it until he knew he was busted, then he said it must've been a misunderstanding on my part, then he admitted that he knew I wouldn't want them to move in, but if they did it anyway I couldn't say anything, and would just have to get over it. She was like "ummm no! It's her place too you fuckin asshole! You can't do shit like that without discussing it with her first." He's like "well it doesn't matter anymore, since you opened your big mouth and told her now you really can't move in." Oh my god, I can't tell you how pissed I was when I found all of this out. I've done everything for this fuckin asshole, I've bent over backwards to help him out. I gave him a place to stay, (I supported him for 2 months), food, money, advice, you name it... I've done it for him. And this is what he turns around and does??? My supposed best friend of 8 years??? Now you see why I don't fuckin trust anyone? Everyone I've ever trusted has screwed me in one way or another. Ok, I realize I might be over reacting, but it just really sucks when you do so much for someone and they turn around and try to screw you.

So THEN... Mama's boy calls me on Sunday and we talked for like an hour about anything and everything, he made sure to tell me like 3-4 times that he's not with the girl he was dating anymore. Why did he tell me this so many times? I have no idea. It was a good conversation though, we didn't fight once. Very odd, I know.

Well, that's it for now. I think I've reached my bitching limit for the day. See ya!

posted by EIizabeth @ 8:58 AM 1 Comments

Day 16 (part 1)

What a confusing weekend! Where do I begin? Friday night my old roommate came to visit and we were originally supposed to go out, until Cop's wife asked us if we would just stay home and drink so she could drink with us. So, I felt bad (don't ask me why) and we just stayed home and started drinking. Her and I had each taken about 5 really big shots, and my old roommate had taken 2 when we decided we wanted to go out. So we left Cop with the 2 little ones and had a girls' night out. Cop's wife got so freakin shitfaced that I spent most of the night babysitting her at the club. After that we went home and she stumbled into bed with Cop, he came out and got pissed at me for letting her get so drunk. It was pretty funny.

On Saturday I didn't really do much but watch movies and take a nap. Then on Saturday night my phone was in my purse in the other room, so I couldn't hear it when it rang. When I was going to bed I went to charge it, and i had 2 missed calls, and a voicemail from a number I didn't know. I checked the voicemail and it was Marine! He goes "Hey Elizabeth, it's "Marine". I was just calling to say hi, and see how you're doing, and see what you're up to. Give me a call at ... I was just calling to say what's up and see how you're doing, ok... uh... call me back. Bye." Awwww, wasn't that sweet that he called??? No! Fuck that! How many times did I try to call him after that horrible weekend, and he wouldn't take my calls or call me back. Then he text messages me like a week later saying "It's not you it's me. Let's be friends." Fuck you. I got no explanation for why he left, or why he ignored me, nothing. Then a month later he decides he's ready to talk and I'm supposed to jump at the opportunity? Ummm no. He can kiss my ass. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him call the shots. Fuck that. So, obviously, I was not going to call him back. If he wanted to talk bad enough, he'd call again. Well, guess he did, because he called me yesterday afternoon. I answered, thinking we would talk about what happened and get it out of our system so that we could move on with a friendship or whatever. Well, I made the mistake of thinking that he had any kind of balls, because he called and acted like nothing ever happened. How the fuck are we supposed to be friends if we have all this shit that needs to be dealt with, and every time I try to talk about it he runs like the little vagina boy that he is??? So the conversation just pissed me off more than anything else and I was really short with him. I could tell it was really awkward for him because I was being such a bitch and he didn't expect that because he's never ever seen that side of me before. So after about 10 minutes of stupid small talk, (it was all him asking me questions because I could give a fuck what he's up to), he goes "Ok, well, I just wanted to say Hi and see how you're doing, and uh... (pause) I'm glad you're doing ok, and uh... (pause) I'll talk to you... sometime, and uh... (long pause) Stay cool." I replied with "Bye." Then I hung up and busted up laughing at his "Stay cool" comment. What the fuck was that??? Are you saying bye, or signing my 6th grade yearbook? K.I.T. Have a kick ass summer! HAHAHA! What a jackass. After I wiped the tears of laughter off my face I felt a little bad for acting the way I did, but I was pissed. It's really, really hard to make me mad, but when you do... watch out! All he has to do is talk to me about what happened, and let both of us say what we need to say about it to get it out. Without doing that there is no way we can have a good friendship because we're always going to have this shit we never dealt with buried deep down, and one day it's going to come out and explode. Dammit! Now I feel bad again for how I acted. See? I can't even be a bitch when I try because I just end up feeling bad. Mannnnnnnn. Ok, I'll write part 2 of my weekend tomorrow... Stay cool! LOL! Sorry, I couldn't resist.

posted by EIizabeth @ 3:02 PM 0 Comments