A big bust. But not in a good way.
Jul. 16th, 2001 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearSo the first post will be a rundown of the weekend activities. The second post with be the overly dramatic emotional one. You have been warned.
Friday evening. Dinner at Giordano's with Damon, Meg, B&S, and Sam who as in town from Denver. Then Damon, B&S and I rented the first 4 episodes of Sex & the City.
Saturday to Sunday to now: Washed dishes and did some clean up as well as lazing around in the morning. Meg and Damon came over in afternoon and we had a good laidback time playing Crazy Taxi 2 and watching music videos. The guy called at 4 pm after he got home from work. We planned to meet for coffee in Evanston, but he had to shower and make a phone first, so he said he call me back.
6:15 pm. I'm ready to go. I call him and get his machine. Meg and Damon are still hanging out.
7:30 pm. Meg leaves. Damon stays and we decide to watch The Perfect Storm on HBO (mildly entertaining, but I would never spend any amount of money on it).
8:30 pm. I call the guy again, get his machine, tell him that I suspect he fell asleep or changed his mind.
10:00 pm. Damon and I decide to eat breakfast for dinner. The guy calls. He apologizes profusely for falling asleep. He had to be at work before dawn. We reschedule coffee for Sunday.
1 am. Damon stays on my couch. I fall asleep.
7 am. After neither one of us having a particularly restful night (I have anxiety dreams about Melanie), he heads home. I never fall back asleep. I watch bad VH1 and porn.
10 am. I call the guy and leave a message confirming the coffee date, tell him what shirt I'm wearing so he'll recognize me.
11 am. Meet Sam for brunch before he leaves for Denver. We walk around the neighborhood for awhile, then I show him the new place.
1 pm. St____ and I play some video games, Damon comes over. We head over to J___'s to grill out and hang out.
2-4 pm. We sit out on J___'s massive porch, eat hamburgers and drink cheap beer out of a can.
4 pm. St____ drops me off at the red line, I head up to Evanston
4:55 pm. I arrive for the coffee date. I get a cup, a paper, and a table. I sit.
5:30 pm. I go to the pay phone and check my messages.
5:45 pm. I check my message again, then call Damon to tell him I'm heading home.
6:30 pm. Arrive at home. Have a shot of whiskey. Try not to lose it. I call several friends and leave messages.
8:00 pm. Watch Sex and the City.
8:40 pm. Melanie calls. We get to talk for an hour, which is great. She tells me the details of her hookup, and I don't feel so good about it.
9:50 pm. Hang up with Melanie. Feel great after talking and that things are prettt resolved. Call Damon and we talk for about an hour and a half. I feel even better.
11:30 pm to 1 am. Try unsuccessfully to sleep. Know I'm grinding my teeth, but mouth guard is making me gag. Take 2 melatonin tablets.
6:45 am. Wake up. Never really go back to sleep. Get up and head to work, arriving before 8:30 am.
Which brings me to right here. Wrote an e-mail to Melanie explaining a bit more about my feelings and anxieties.
In four days I'll be on a plane on my way to see her. And yet I feel more anxious and upset now than I have in the past couple weeks combined. But more on that in a minute.
Friday evening. Dinner at Giordano's with Damon, Meg, B&S, and Sam who as in town from Denver. Then Damon, B&S and I rented the first 4 episodes of Sex & the City.
Saturday to Sunday to now: Washed dishes and did some clean up as well as lazing around in the morning. Meg and Damon came over in afternoon and we had a good laidback time playing Crazy Taxi 2 and watching music videos. The guy called at 4 pm after he got home from work. We planned to meet for coffee in Evanston, but he had to shower and make a phone first, so he said he call me back.
6:15 pm. I'm ready to go. I call him and get his machine. Meg and Damon are still hanging out.
7:30 pm. Meg leaves. Damon stays and we decide to watch The Perfect Storm on HBO (mildly entertaining, but I would never spend any amount of money on it).
8:30 pm. I call the guy again, get his machine, tell him that I suspect he fell asleep or changed his mind.
10:00 pm. Damon and I decide to eat breakfast for dinner. The guy calls. He apologizes profusely for falling asleep. He had to be at work before dawn. We reschedule coffee for Sunday.
1 am. Damon stays on my couch. I fall asleep.
7 am. After neither one of us having a particularly restful night (I have anxiety dreams about Melanie), he heads home. I never fall back asleep. I watch bad VH1 and porn.
10 am. I call the guy and leave a message confirming the coffee date, tell him what shirt I'm wearing so he'll recognize me.
11 am. Meet Sam for brunch before he leaves for Denver. We walk around the neighborhood for awhile, then I show him the new place.
1 pm. St____ and I play some video games, Damon comes over. We head over to J___'s to grill out and hang out.
2-4 pm. We sit out on J___'s massive porch, eat hamburgers and drink cheap beer out of a can.
4 pm. St____ drops me off at the red line, I head up to Evanston
4:55 pm. I arrive for the coffee date. I get a cup, a paper, and a table. I sit.
5:30 pm. I go to the pay phone and check my messages.
5:45 pm. I check my message again, then call Damon to tell him I'm heading home.
6:30 pm. Arrive at home. Have a shot of whiskey. Try not to lose it. I call several friends and leave messages.
8:00 pm. Watch Sex and the City.
8:40 pm. Melanie calls. We get to talk for an hour, which is great. She tells me the details of her hookup, and I don't feel so good about it.
9:50 pm. Hang up with Melanie. Feel great after talking and that things are prettt resolved. Call Damon and we talk for about an hour and a half. I feel even better.
11:30 pm to 1 am. Try unsuccessfully to sleep. Know I'm grinding my teeth, but mouth guard is making me gag. Take 2 melatonin tablets.
6:45 am. Wake up. Never really go back to sleep. Get up and head to work, arriving before 8:30 am.
Which brings me to right here. Wrote an e-mail to Melanie explaining a bit more about my feelings and anxieties.
In four days I'll be on a plane on my way to see her. And yet I feel more anxious and upset now than I have in the past couple weeks combined. But more on that in a minute.
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Date: 2001-07-17 08:05 am (UTC)What an asshole! Gimme his number so i can go mafia style on his ass. Grrrr! I'm sorry about that, Ray.
*maddhuggs*
The Don
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Date: 2001-07-17 08:16 am (UTC)So, yeah, kick his ass for me. Especially if that means you'll be in the chicago vicinity. We'll go out afterwards.
A horses head in his bead
Date: 2001-07-17 10:24 am (UTC)Meet me at that one place with the neon lights and we'll have non-alcoholic drinks, k?
makin offers that nobody can refuse,
The Godfather
oh, and one more thing...
Date: 2001-07-17 10:38 am (UTC)I know I joke around a lot about very serious/important things, but I hope you realize that I really am sincerely empathetic. No really. I was cured with this annoying defense mechanism of making jokes all the damn time and although I try to only use that power for good, not evil, I sometimes slip and end up sounding cold, insensitive or insincere.
I just wanted you to know that I'm totally here for you and that I know how ya feel (or at least I do) If you ever need/want to drop me a line, feel free and we can talk.
so sincere you'd think I were Billy Frickin Graham,
Billy F. Graham
Re: oh, and one more thing...
Date: 2001-07-17 11:11 am (UTC)Anyway, I appreciate your support, both comical and serious -- they are both helpful.
And someday soon, I just may take you up on that offer and drop you a line.