Why we just can't be loved and love someone. Seriously, why are there so many people out there who, I don't know.
I was sitting at the spa yesterday, doing my absolutely boring job and kinda hungry. This thought popped into my mind "It would be nice to have a man/boyfriend that would just show up out of the blue and say 'here honey, i just wanted to bring this (being a snack) by and say I miss you'"....Hell, even food is a luxuary just to have the man to do that.
I'm so tired of being alone and being lonely... What is bringing up all these thoughts and emotions? Well, Saturday night when I got off work I dropped by the Shadow. TheBouncer was there (ofcourse) as well as everyone else. They were poking and probing about how it went with "you know who" on Fri night... Thier all gearing and cheering for us to hookup, etc. Even the bartender. LOL. Ok. So, MG got a little drunk, a little 'too' drunk if you know what I mean, and I ended up driving him home. We sat on his couch, making out. He was saying somethings, I don't even knew if he realized he was saying them. Like "where have you been all my life?" and I mean, it was crazy.
So ofcourse I havn't heard anything back from him. And its now Monday. He said he wanted to do something Sunday. Which ofcourse isn't happening, apperantly, Cuz it didn't.
The NewGuy at work did something really awesome. We were talking about fishing the other day and he said he was out and about and saw some material on fishing in Illinois and picked it up for me. Its sitting at my desk. Crystal is in training for a new program so I'm at her desk today.
I need to get back to work. Totally blowing off lunch. I am too depressed to even THINK of eating anything. All I know is that DC has blew me off now. I havn't heard from MG. And I got my very own McDreamy in the office next to me. NO, I wont act no anything. That's insane. I work with him!
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Love Chocolate. I"ll take that prescription anyday!
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