Paprika

I guess this is pretty much a therapeutic way for me to get out all my feelings that I have right now. With a couple of small exceptions, the majority of my boy issues on lj have been with one guy--the one that I've known since forever. The one that I told him how I've felt about for all these years who then pretty much went AWOL. After not calling me back for about eight months, out of the blue, last August, he called me up to "chat" because one of his teachers reminded him of me. I was completely surprised, but went with the flow. When I had to end our hour-long conversation, he asked me to call him back when I got the chance.

So I did, about a week later. But he was pretty rude and we ended the conversation after a few minutes, if that. I am pissed, but kind of gratified that he's made it so easy to get over him. He's a jerk. But, I take some precautions, I delete his number from my cell so that I can't drunk dial or call him accidentally. I save his number in an email to myself in case of some unforseen emergency. So fast-forward about eight months to my graduation.

Nancy Pelosi is speaking and she's kind of going off on several large tangents. One of them happens to be about how she graduated from Berkeley. A couple minutes later, when I get a text message talking about graduating from Berekeley, from a number I don't recognize but has my same area code, I'm a little confused. But then I realized that it was most likely my friend from school, Isaac, who's from the same town as me. I had gotten a new phone and all the numbers that weren't saved to the SIM card were lost.

In response to the text message, I wrote something inane about the speaker. No further response. At least no response until today. Today I got a text message asking me when I was going to be home from the same number. I got really excited, because I love hanging out with Isaac. So I told him that I'm home for a couple weeks. He then said that he was going to be home all next week. So I texted back that I was busy until 7, but that we should hang out in the evening. Then, something kind of weird happened. He responded that he'd love to get dinner and that it would be his treat.

Now, Isaac has never offered to treat me to dinner as much as I love him. And generally treating someone to dinner is kind of like asking them on a date. So before I responded, I sent my old roommate a text asking her what Isaac's number was. To my shock (and absolute horror) Isaac's number was not the number that had been texting me. As soon as I got home, I raced to my computer and looked up the guys's number. Sure enough, I'd been corresponding with this guy.

I'm currently stuck at an impasse. I know that the right decision is to ignore him. But, I've never been one to listen to good advice. If I had known it was his number, then I would never have responded to begin with. Problem averted. Unfortunately, I didn't. I also have this need for instant action. I think it's part of my generation--instant gratification. I want to see results for what I'm feeling now.  This would be much better handled if I just didn't respond. If I ignored the exchange and chalked it up to stupidity in blankly responded to numbers that I don't recognize.

But, I'm not that kind of a person. Now that I've given him the satisfaction of responding, I want to make things clear. I want to tell him that I didn't even know who he was. I'd deleted his number and hoped to never hear from him again. And most of all, I'd like to tell him that he's a jerk. He's treating me like girls (and guys) treat guys (or girls) that are super close friends and obviously have a crush on the girl (or guy).

The girl just kind of strings the guy along because they get an ego boost from knowing that someone likes them, but don't have enough consideration for the other person to actually deal with the other person's feelings. I'm not going to be that person. Which means that most likely there will be some type of confrontation. I'll agree to the dinner and then .... do something? The something is pretty unclear.

Lindsay let me work through some of my anger about this by letting me suggest revenge ideas a la John Tucker Must Die. I have to say my current favorite idea is to tell him about what a jerk he is, then throw my drink in his face. The practicality of that is a little dubious, but I've never been one to listen to reality. lol anyways. i definitely won't respond tonight, so at least I'll be able to sleep on it before I do anything that will be potentially damaging. Good night!

Ok so finally my guilt about being the worst lj person and never updating finally got to me today. But here's the thing--I lead a desperately desperately boring life. So I apologize profusely for the incredible amounts of lameness that appear here. (I mean really. I spent most of New Year's Eve wishing that I could go to sleep because I was so tired. Once it hit midnight, I used the opportunity to put one of the little children running around to bed and just simply fell asleep in our parents bed.)



Oh oh! This is a desperate plea to my flist.....I need some new music, I can't handle listening to the same stuff any more, so if you have any suggestions for new songs that you really like or a favorite that you think I don't have, please leave a comment. I'm getting desperate. I may have to resort to going through my brother's computer.

ETA: OH OH! I forgot that something actually exciting happened! I discovered what might possibly be the best movie ever! Poltergay
Plot synopsis courtesy of wikipedia : Emma and Marc, two young lovers, move into a house which has been uninhabited for thirty years. What they don't know is that in 1979, in a cave under the house, there was a gay disco, which burned down when a foam machine short-circuited, and five bodies were never found. Today, the house is haunted by five gay fetishist ghosts. However, only Marc is able to see them, and his visions drive Emma away. The ghosts, touched by Marc's problems, do everything in their power to help him get his girl back.

I think my brain might have short circuited when I found this. (Don't you mean the worse movie ever? My brother asked. Clearly he is unwise in the ways of coolness.)