Semi-Charmed Kind of Life

I went to a party on Saturday night and got completely wasted. Not so wasted that I don’t remember anything, but drunk enough. I went with an old friend from high school that I haven’t seen pretty much since we graduated. It was good times.

I got hit on a lot. I’m not trying to sound conceited, honest. I was the unpopular kid in school and I’ve always felt like a bit of an ugly duckling. It hasn’t been until recently that I’ve really looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. And apparently I’ve been oblivious to all the guys who notice me, or so my mom says, anyway.

I also met up with another old friend from high school. It was pretty wild. He joined the Marine Corps about a year before I joined the Army and got out a few months ago. I haven’t seen him for years! We’re going to hang out Wednesday, hopefully.

Anyway, it was a birthday party for a friend of my friend that I came with. I guess the guy really liked me a lot, but I only liked him in the platonic way. She tried to hook me up with him, but I just couldn’t do it. I saw all kinds of unhappiness coming my way, so I used The Ex as a way to get out of it. Not entirely the smartest choice, but it was an easy way out at that moment.

(Note: For this entry, the guy I didn’t want to sleep with will be referred to as Guy #1 and the guy I’m about to tell you about will be referred to as Guy #2 – for ease of the story.)

I did meet a guy – Guy #2 – that I liked enough to want to use for sex. Because I’ll be honest, I’m fucked up because of The Ex, but I still want to get laid. I have to agree with Lisa Monet’s character in the movie High Fidelity – humans have the right to be fucked up and horny at the same time. (In fact, I think it was also used in the book, but that’s another subject.)

So, I spend most of the night hitting on this guy and he’s receptive. I dance and flirt with other guys, too. Get some numbers, fun and whatnot. My friend, the one that I came with, leaves around 3 am and I decide to stay, because Guy #2 says he’ll give me a ride (I already know there will be a stop at his place), so we say our goodbyes for the night and make plans to hang out this week.

People start to leave after that pretty regularly. I ended up staying there until 6 am and I can tell Guy #1 isn’t as cool as he was saying he was about me and Guy #2. I was in the bathroom and he comes in and tells me that he’s going to breakfast and that I have to leave (whereas, it was cool with me staying there if I wanted to only an hour or less earlier). I’m getting my shoes on and I hear Guy #1 telling Guy #2 that he “needs to get ‘it’ out of the house now”. Maybe he was talking about someone else, but I assume that “it” was me.

I’m glad I didn’t sleep with Guy #1, as he had two strikes against him in the one night I knew him. I mean, The Ex probably had about 450 strikes against him, but I was willing to put up with his shit and he never referred to me as “it” nor did he ever disrespect me in the same manner as Guy #1 has. (We were taking pictures together and he lifted my shirt and exposed a breast. This was another girl’s camera and she wasn’t happy about it. I apologized profusely to her and was completely embarrassed by what he did. He had made a comment about my abs just before he lifted my shirt, so when he started to slowly lift it, I thought he was only going to expose my stomach, but then he quickly lifted my shirt all of the way up, along with my bra. Needless to say, I did not appreciate it.)

So yeah, Guy #1 seemed a little hurt that I didn’t want to be with him. The truth of the matter is, I liked him as a person and didn’t want to use him. When we were talking, I thought he was a pretty cool guy and that I wanted to be friends with him. So, to me, if I only used him for sex, nothing good could come from it. He was cool with the fact that I was into Guy #2 the entire night. Out of nowhere all of this anger comes my way.

Sparing you all details, Guy #2 and I had a good time. Still, I wish I would have just left with my friend. It could have spared me the drama, none of which I really need in my life.

Random fact: I miss listening to The Specials.