It was a long day… too long. It started at 7am, about four hours after I
initially went to bed, and it ended around 5am.
It was a sweet and sour kind of day, full of unexpected running around
and a freakishly long list of things to do, and it ended with Snickers getting
his name put on my “people I want to head kick” list.
Upon returning home from the Flipside
Fitness Glam Girls Night Out, he dropped me off and left. He wanted to go hang out with his
friends. “You do realize I may never
ever wear an outfit like this until next year’s dinner, right?” I asked him.
And with that I jokingly asked if he was gay.
The dress I sported tonight was dangerously
short and I kept on having to adjust it so that not only did it continually
cover my bum but so that I wouldn’t “fall out” the top. It was hot, flat out. I had bought the dress back when I lived in
Canada, for a dress-to-impress Italian wedding that was as over-the-top flashy
as my dress was. Mind you, back when I
bought it I was pudgier and chestier so I no longer “fill it out” like I used
to. Anyways, the dress was clearly nothing
like anything Snickers had ever seen me in… EVER! Earlier on, in the car, my friend had noted
to Snickers that Snickers is probably driving fast so that he can take me home
and “have his way”. Apparently he was
driving fast so that yes, he could take me home, but so that he could meet up
with his friends.
I wasn’t impressed though I must note I had
to laugh at myself, realizing that I had become like the very guys I had dated
in the past – expecting something from the date but getting nothing. In a way, I had the equivalent of “blue balls”
but for women, hahaha. I even resorted
to the “but I have needs” speech… brutal. It’s not like I wanted “adult play”
(don’t call me out on that phrase, that’s what Snickers calls it) but I didn’t exactly want him
to just drop me off and leave. It would
have been nice to make a kind of date out of what was left of the evening,
after all I had been running around all day like a mad women, rearranging
tables, helping out at La Cubo, and dealing with all the details and
complications that came with me hosting a 20 guest party. I really was anticipating unwinding from the long day with him but instead I just got myself worked up even more.
Of course Snickers was clueless as to what
I was talking about; he’s innocent like that. He was all geared up to go play
with his boys so that’s what he did. I
refused to drop the issue though and me joking about if he was gay continued
into a long stream of text messages, both to him and then amongst his friends
and I. Snickers isn’t gay, he’s just a
12 year old stuck in a 28 year old man’s body sometimes, but I couldn’t help
but wish he was more of a serious guy tonight. It really bothered me to have friends bombard me with comments about the way I looked tonight but get really no response from him.
Sometimes a guy just really needs to be an in-your-face kind of guy.
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