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So the weekend is over and my phone never rang again.....

Anyway, I think I got most of it out. I ran into one of the boys from my sordid past the other day at the grocery store. Not sure if I mentioned that. It was something I was unprepared for, but I think I did ok for the most part. He was awed by all the changes in my life and my appearance, and for the record, I think he wanted me, even though his horse-faced girlfriend was waiting at home to cook his dinner (his job was to buy herbs at the store). He said he might call at some point; that there was still a chance, and I replied "don't be so sure". When I mentioned that I had a roommate, he said "what kind?". I said "the kind that runs marathons." It was only later that I realized he was looking for whether it was a girl or a guy. Idiot. If he wants to know, why can't he just ask. But then again, that's always been his problem--he never says what he really means. Anyway, I was kind of depressed for a couple of days afterwards (partially because of the dental visits), and then I was ok. Then today I had lunch with a mutual friend of ours, who managed to bring the conversation back to this guy more than a few times. I can't be mad, because he doesn't really know (as far as I can tell) about our history together and as far as he knows, we're just two friends talking about our fucked up other friend. Still, he always manages to tell me something I didn't know before, and it's usually something I didn't need or want to know. But I have a feeling I'm letting him in on a couple of things too, even though I haven't given everything away. So anyway, it was great to see the other friend and catch up, but again, I find myself kind of down about the whole thing yet again. I do so much better when I can pretend that he doesn't exist.

So I guess the strangeness of my life continues. On one hand I have guys literally following me around (usually drunk, but whatever) and incessantly asking me out, but the ones I really want are the ones that somehow forget who I am. Do I want them because they don't want me? Or is it just weird bad luck? I was doing really good for a while (the part of the conversation we didn't get to, I guess) and really had my pick of just about anyone I met, but then I run into butthead and suddenly I'm all alone again. Except for the drunk guy following me around last night, who was really kinda creepy. Luckily drunks are easy to ditch.

Anyway, I hope your crazy weekend went ok.

I also am getting more and more reports that the jackass from grad school who trampled me is getting married to the whore he left me for (aka grocery store boy's ex). Ew.