Or is it the fact that I’m turning 27 in about 8 days and I’m feeling super reflective..?
And then there’s the approaching New Year which now seems rife with change and new beginnings...
Most of the weekend was spent in the company of Dan. He maneuvered himself well around my co-workers on Friday at my company’s Christmas party and we had a great time drinking like crazy. Saturday was even more fun as we did some light holiday shopping and enjoyed a great concert at the Gibson. I remember the pang of having to say goodnight and not being able to fall asleep next to each other. How could I miss something I used to loathe? Nothing ever makes sense anymore...
We keep making plans to hang out...and I won’t lie; I really do look forward to them. I feel like giving him up made me realize I shouldn’t have done that in the first place. It’s like drowning in guilt wasn’t enough...now I get to drown in regret.
Fitting punishment, I suppose.
It’s a shame because we really look good together...
this last one was taken at Dan's company Christmas party...his iPhone made us look so much more tanner.
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Okay, so I said I was over Alfonso which meant I would stop posting every little stupid thing about him...and for a minute there I thought he was dead since he had ceased commenting and posting on FB for like the past 3 months. But thank goodness for his growing crop of spirited female friends who keep wondering why he’s been silent. It sounds like he has since left his job as a mental health associate at Arbour Hospital and is now working elsewhere. Where? I have no clue. But times can’t be too tough since a girl named Amy (blah!) has posted pictures of him from her “Wine and Cheese” party. He looks amazing.
Of course I cropped out the stupid girl he’s smiling at...cuz I’m horribly jealous and insecure like that.
Let it be known I do not like wine or the fancy cheeses that go with wine. But I would sit there and stuff my face in a $200 dress if it made him happy. No, I would crawl on my hands and knees from here to Boston just so I could lick the stinky French cheese off his fingertips and taste the sour wine off his lips. I would swallow the most foul smelling brie cheese and wash it down with the world’s equally most stale, cheap wine if it meant he’d look at me like that.
Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating.
I think I’m going to mail him a Christmas/birthday card. I think I’m going to tell him everything. I think I’m going to embarrass myself horribly. Cheers!
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