While waiting in line to get a sandwich.
Customer: Can I get a receipt for this?
Worker: Sure but I'll need to write it out by hand because the machine is broken. I fixed it two times before but the last time the tip of my knife broke off and got stuck in it.
Customer: A handwritten receipt will be fine.
Worker: The worst part? It was my favorite knife that my kids gave me...
Customer: (turns around and looks at me to ensure we had both heard her say that)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
A Very Klapper Week
Guess how many days I saw The Klapper this week? 6. I know. What the fuck is going on in NH!
Gotta say, that boy is trying hard to make up for past bullshit. I'm going to go ahead and detail this out..
So Tuesday night I stopped by his house to cry into a Keystone light about how fucked up the piloting of my new study went (seriously, so fucked up..my friend had to keep whispering in my ear "say it with me, this is why we pilot. Say it louder. Like you mean it"), and we got to talking about stuff and how he's completely terrified of letting me down. I believe he used the phrase "it makes me want to kill myself when I let you down". Right sentiment, maybe don't use "want to kill myself" around a psych person.
So I went home and wrote him a sweet email that was like...chill the fuck out, things are GOING to come up and I'm not going to hate you or dump you because you have a busy life. BUT, in my exhaustion (no sleep for several day because I've been sick) I thought it would help him to understand where I'm coming from my explaining the difference in how this relationship felt to me before and how it feels now..ya know...to help him understand why having to cancel on me now feels different than it did before and why it's okay for him to relax a bit. Woops. Apparently I described the past year with him in terms that haunted his soul. For the sake of those curious I said "So before, whether this is true or not, I felt like...you thought of me as some girl you were banging in Hanover to get through your time here, and that you just needed to put in the bare minimum to keep me engaged enough that we could keep having sex and not waste any extra time on me."
So we touched on that briefly Wednesday night, and then he went out to celebrate his roommates' birthday, but then I got a semi-drunk text at 9 pm asking if I wanted to come out to the bar and meet all his friends. I felt like death and looked like shit, but, I figured if I didn't take this chance now he would probably not do it again, so I cleaned myself up and went out to meet some friends. OMFG. Apparently business students don't do any work because there were about 45 people there all HAMMERED on a Wednesday night. Hammered.
But it turned out being so great. I would walk up to someone with Klapper and they would be like "OMG we have heard so much about you! We're FINALLY getting to meet you!", and most of them were actually pretty awesome. Some were total d-bags...ya know..business school. It was also nice because at times Klapper would be off talking to someone and I would just go meet other people or talk to his friends, and I think it was good for him to realize that I am not an anti-social retard and am perfectly capable of handling myself without him in a social setting. The only annoying point was that Klapper was kinda drunkish, and was feeling really upset about that email, so his friend would come over and he would look really sad and I wanted to be like "bitch please, knock that shit off in public and get over it". But oh well.
So at some point his roommate succumbed to his "alcohol-induced narcolepsy", which was hilarious. He falls down onto a chair next to me and passes the fuck out for a minute. Comes back to life for just long enough to lift his arm and sweep off the dozens of glasses and bottles on the table. And then passes back out. Pure magic.
As I was the only sober person, I offered to take his friend home who had been begging me to bang him since I arrived. But he wouldn't get in the car and kept trying to sleep on the sidewalk, and nobody could get him to cooperate. So..I did the only thing I could think of...which was to start stripping off my clothes in the middle of the street in the dead of winter and telling him to get in the car so we could go home and bang. Not only did it work, but apparently that basically cemented my status as awesome for Klapper's friends.
So we drop off his friend (who, hilariously, got in the house and started stripped to reveal he was wearing a bathing suit instead of underwear...) and get back in the car to go back to the bar, and The Klapper wants to talk about "us". And how upset he was about the fact that we dated over a year and I didn't think he gave a shit about me (true). And that he is in love with me, and hates that he can only say it when he's drunk but means it (awww?). Sigh, and then he starts crying. But it was actually totally adorable, although I had to tell him to stop being a bitch so we can go back to the bar. But it was a definite moment, and we hashed out a bunch of relationship shit.
More time in the bar, more of his friends thinking I'm awesome, we give a few of them rides home and somehow it's 1:00 am, on a Wednesday, when I am sick. But..there was clearly still some stuff to talk about from the car, so I go in and we just talk about EVERYTHING for an hour. All the stuff I've ever wanted to ask, I ask. Serious bonding moments people. And then we had sex for, no joke, a fucking hour...until finally it was 3 am and I really needed to leave (even though he begged me to stay :))
And that was Wednesday. And then he came over again on Thursday night for our standing Archer watching date. I was a little nervous because ya know...you have one of those nights when you talk about feelings and people are drunk and then it might be awkward when everyone is sober, but it wasn't like that at all. Sweetest moment was when he said something like "I'm sorry I was a shitshow last night, and I want you to know that I don't need to be drunk to tell you I love you. I love you.". Swoon-ish.
I should also note that he tried to put together a double date for us and his friend, but I ended up bailing because I think his friend is a d-bag and wanted to do laundry instead, but he tried!
So that was Thursday, and then Friday I went over and we baked pretzels and then went out with some of his friends for the night. I also got to see pictures of his ex-girlfriends, which is terribly masochistic but I was curious. I think I'm definitely hotter than any of them ;)
And that ends my week of Klapper. I know this was an exception-kinda week, but it was really great and made me very happy. I'm sure our busy schedules will prevent this kind of thing from happening frequently, but I'm glad that at this point his friends "won't stop talking about how awesome I am", and we've pushed a lot of the relationship bullshit around enough that we can just move past it.
Other than that, I got my crazy ass smoking study up and running this Saturday and it went....umm..okay? Okay fine, I drank alone on Saturday night to get over it, but I'm working towards academic rockstar and this is a small step. This week should be more of that and just a ton of work and meetings, but I think things are going okay.
And for those of you playing at home, don't worry, I'm sure Klapper will fuck up something royally soon enough and I'll do more hate-blogging. We had an amusing exchange recently about such that went like this:
Me: Blog something blah blah blah.
Klapper: You have a blog?
Me: Um..yeah..you know this. We've talked about this. I mentioned it on our first date.
Klapper: Do you write about me in it?
Me: .....obviously.
Klapper: ......
Me: I mean...
Klapper: Do you write....bad things about me?
Me: Well...not...currently.
Klapper: Can I read your blog?
Me: Absolutely not.
Klapper: Ha..okay fine..I probably don't want to read it anyway.
Me: Definitely.. I can't have you knowing about all the other guys I've been fucking.
Klapper: Oh you're silly....
Gotta say, that boy is trying hard to make up for past bullshit. I'm going to go ahead and detail this out..
So Tuesday night I stopped by his house to cry into a Keystone light about how fucked up the piloting of my new study went (seriously, so fucked up..my friend had to keep whispering in my ear "say it with me, this is why we pilot. Say it louder. Like you mean it"), and we got to talking about stuff and how he's completely terrified of letting me down. I believe he used the phrase "it makes me want to kill myself when I let you down". Right sentiment, maybe don't use "want to kill myself" around a psych person.
So I went home and wrote him a sweet email that was like...chill the fuck out, things are GOING to come up and I'm not going to hate you or dump you because you have a busy life. BUT, in my exhaustion (no sleep for several day because I've been sick) I thought it would help him to understand where I'm coming from my explaining the difference in how this relationship felt to me before and how it feels now..ya know...to help him understand why having to cancel on me now feels different than it did before and why it's okay for him to relax a bit. Woops. Apparently I described the past year with him in terms that haunted his soul. For the sake of those curious I said "So before, whether this is true or not, I felt like...you thought of me as some girl you were banging in Hanover to get through your time here, and that you just needed to put in the bare minimum to keep me engaged enough that we could keep having sex and not waste any extra time on me."
So we touched on that briefly Wednesday night, and then he went out to celebrate his roommates' birthday, but then I got a semi-drunk text at 9 pm asking if I wanted to come out to the bar and meet all his friends. I felt like death and looked like shit, but, I figured if I didn't take this chance now he would probably not do it again, so I cleaned myself up and went out to meet some friends. OMFG. Apparently business students don't do any work because there were about 45 people there all HAMMERED on a Wednesday night. Hammered.
But it turned out being so great. I would walk up to someone with Klapper and they would be like "OMG we have heard so much about you! We're FINALLY getting to meet you!", and most of them were actually pretty awesome. Some were total d-bags...ya know..business school. It was also nice because at times Klapper would be off talking to someone and I would just go meet other people or talk to his friends, and I think it was good for him to realize that I am not an anti-social retard and am perfectly capable of handling myself without him in a social setting. The only annoying point was that Klapper was kinda drunkish, and was feeling really upset about that email, so his friend would come over and he would look really sad and I wanted to be like "bitch please, knock that shit off in public and get over it". But oh well.
So at some point his roommate succumbed to his "alcohol-induced narcolepsy", which was hilarious. He falls down onto a chair next to me and passes the fuck out for a minute. Comes back to life for just long enough to lift his arm and sweep off the dozens of glasses and bottles on the table. And then passes back out. Pure magic.
As I was the only sober person, I offered to take his friend home who had been begging me to bang him since I arrived. But he wouldn't get in the car and kept trying to sleep on the sidewalk, and nobody could get him to cooperate. So..I did the only thing I could think of...which was to start stripping off my clothes in the middle of the street in the dead of winter and telling him to get in the car so we could go home and bang. Not only did it work, but apparently that basically cemented my status as awesome for Klapper's friends.
So we drop off his friend (who, hilariously, got in the house and started stripped to reveal he was wearing a bathing suit instead of underwear...) and get back in the car to go back to the bar, and The Klapper wants to talk about "us". And how upset he was about the fact that we dated over a year and I didn't think he gave a shit about me (true). And that he is in love with me, and hates that he can only say it when he's drunk but means it (awww?). Sigh, and then he starts crying. But it was actually totally adorable, although I had to tell him to stop being a bitch so we can go back to the bar. But it was a definite moment, and we hashed out a bunch of relationship shit.
More time in the bar, more of his friends thinking I'm awesome, we give a few of them rides home and somehow it's 1:00 am, on a Wednesday, when I am sick. But..there was clearly still some stuff to talk about from the car, so I go in and we just talk about EVERYTHING for an hour. All the stuff I've ever wanted to ask, I ask. Serious bonding moments people. And then we had sex for, no joke, a fucking hour...until finally it was 3 am and I really needed to leave (even though he begged me to stay :))
And that was Wednesday. And then he came over again on Thursday night for our standing Archer watching date. I was a little nervous because ya know...you have one of those nights when you talk about feelings and people are drunk and then it might be awkward when everyone is sober, but it wasn't like that at all. Sweetest moment was when he said something like "I'm sorry I was a shitshow last night, and I want you to know that I don't need to be drunk to tell you I love you. I love you.". Swoon-ish.
I should also note that he tried to put together a double date for us and his friend, but I ended up bailing because I think his friend is a d-bag and wanted to do laundry instead, but he tried!
So that was Thursday, and then Friday I went over and we baked pretzels and then went out with some of his friends for the night. I also got to see pictures of his ex-girlfriends, which is terribly masochistic but I was curious. I think I'm definitely hotter than any of them ;)
And that ends my week of Klapper. I know this was an exception-kinda week, but it was really great and made me very happy. I'm sure our busy schedules will prevent this kind of thing from happening frequently, but I'm glad that at this point his friends "won't stop talking about how awesome I am", and we've pushed a lot of the relationship bullshit around enough that we can just move past it.
Other than that, I got my crazy ass smoking study up and running this Saturday and it went....umm..okay? Okay fine, I drank alone on Saturday night to get over it, but I'm working towards academic rockstar and this is a small step. This week should be more of that and just a ton of work and meetings, but I think things are going okay.
And for those of you playing at home, don't worry, I'm sure Klapper will fuck up something royally soon enough and I'll do more hate-blogging. We had an amusing exchange recently about such that went like this:
Me: Blog something blah blah blah.
Klapper: You have a blog?
Me: Um..yeah..you know this. We've talked about this. I mentioned it on our first date.
Klapper: Do you write about me in it?
Me: .....obviously.
Klapper: ......
Me: I mean...
Klapper: Do you write....bad things about me?
Me: Well...not...currently.
Klapper: Can I read your blog?
Me: Absolutely not.
Klapper: Ha..okay fine..I probably don't want to read it anyway.
Me: Definitely.. I can't have you knowing about all the other guys I've been fucking.
Klapper: Oh you're silly....
Sunday, January 22, 2012
A pretty lame weekend
We got a whole 20 days into 2012 before I got sick. Woot!
Thursday I had a wonderful date night with Klapper centered around watching the season premier of Archer, which included a trip to the gym and the new pizza place that I am in love with and that he now considers Mecca (apparently have good pizza and 2 Buck Hunters is all it takes for him). He's been super cute, and I'm going to ignore a certain someone's comment that "they are going to be physically ill if they read the name Klapper anymore"....I'm going to argue that maybe you shouldn't read my blog in one night ;)
The weekend was pretty low key but not bad. Friday was a friend's birthday, so we had an enormous dinner-party kinda thing and were then heading to The Cave to get him massively drunk, but I started to feel completely terrible so I ended up home and in bed by 10 pm. Winner. It did suck though, because The Klapper and I were trying to hard to get together, and we had super fun plans to meet up and go to a party with his friends later that night, but I had to pussy out :(
Saturday I babysat (yeah I know, not the best when you're running a fever but I needed the money and assume anyone else has an immune system strong enough to handle this). They were total monsters, obviously, because I was feeling wretched. And then I spent the night getting hilarious and adorable drunk text from The Klapper as he was at a birthday party in NYC (which he actually invited me to but I obviously couldn't go, but still, progress!). Oh, and I guess he came over Saturday morning to check on me and make me eggs before he left for NYC.
And then Sunday, I've just been working. Made a stupid choice to workout which made me feel terrible again, but ya know, it wouldn't be a weekend for me without a bad decision.
So that's my lame weekend. I'm getting my smoking study off the ground this week and running subjects, so expect a lot of rambling and complaining about there not being any fucking smokers in Hanover NH.
Thursday I had a wonderful date night with Klapper centered around watching the season premier of Archer, which included a trip to the gym and the new pizza place that I am in love with and that he now considers Mecca (apparently have good pizza and 2 Buck Hunters is all it takes for him). He's been super cute, and I'm going to ignore a certain someone's comment that "they are going to be physically ill if they read the name Klapper anymore"....I'm going to argue that maybe you shouldn't read my blog in one night ;)
The weekend was pretty low key but not bad. Friday was a friend's birthday, so we had an enormous dinner-party kinda thing and were then heading to The Cave to get him massively drunk, but I started to feel completely terrible so I ended up home and in bed by 10 pm. Winner. It did suck though, because The Klapper and I were trying to hard to get together, and we had super fun plans to meet up and go to a party with his friends later that night, but I had to pussy out :(
Saturday I babysat (yeah I know, not the best when you're running a fever but I needed the money and assume anyone else has an immune system strong enough to handle this). They were total monsters, obviously, because I was feeling wretched. And then I spent the night getting hilarious and adorable drunk text from The Klapper as he was at a birthday party in NYC (which he actually invited me to but I obviously couldn't go, but still, progress!). Oh, and I guess he came over Saturday morning to check on me and make me eggs before he left for NYC.
And then Sunday, I've just been working. Made a stupid choice to workout which made me feel terrible again, but ya know, it wouldn't be a weekend for me without a bad decision.
So that's my lame weekend. I'm getting my smoking study off the ground this week and running subjects, so expect a lot of rambling and complaining about there not being any fucking smokers in Hanover NH.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
This one is for Ross
Because he told me how much he enjoys reading my blog, and that made me feel so guilty about not updating, so let's have a MEGA POST.
Okay where did we leave off, oh right, Klapper New Years drama. So, I get back to Hanover after break and send him an email letting him know I'm here. I want to get dinner with my friend, but she's busy until 7:30, and the Klapper wants to get dinner with his roommates and then see me, at 6:30 or so. NOT SEE ME, that's not what he wants to do first, but he will let me move around my plans to accomodate him. So...I'm furious. He comes over and I give him an ugly hug (the hug a cold wall of non-emotion would give someone) and then I just TEAR into his soul. I tell him it's over. That he makes me miserable - like, even when we're together and I'm smiling, I still hate him. I tell him he treats me like shit, and nobody has ever made me feel worse than him about existing. I tell him that calling me on New Years, drunk, when he wouldn't spend it with me in the first place, and then confessing his undying love is emotional napalm, and FUCK UP.
And he totally breaks down. He asks "should I go?" and I said "I mean....probably...". And then he tells me that he can't imagine his life without me in it. And that it was unfair to call me on New Years and say that, but that over the 6 week break he did think about me all the time, and how maybe we could do a long distance relationship for a year. And then he told me about all the events he was thinking about bringing me to so that I could meet his friends and stuff. And he looked into my eyes and said that he had no idea I felt this way, and that it crushed him to know how much he hurt me, because he's never met anyone like me before.
And I caved. And we had amazing sex. And I have been really really happy with him ever since.
He calls me every day. We see each other about every other day. He tells me how much I mean to him and how great I am. We get dinner with his friends. It's really been great.
And more importantly, we're doing the more mundane couple-y stuff that I think is really important to actually having a relationship. Like, he comes over and we fumble through a recipe together in the kitchen, and watch a movie, and then do our homework together. I know it's not as glamorous as going out to fancy dinners, but this feels better to me.
Now granted, I'm 100% sure the ball will drop as soon as he's no longer afraid of me. And lets be clear, he is absolutely terrified of me. How do I know this? Because he now asks me permission to see his friends on the weekend and then tells me "I'm afraid of you". Not the most sustainable, but we're working on that to.
On that same note, I had to dump Splenda Daddy and The Toddler when I got back. I felt bad about that, mostly because they were both so sweet, but I think I deserve better than prostitution or 5 minutes of bleh sex with a guy who thinks that making Fajitas is teaching me a recipe. Shudder.
What else is going on? Work!!! HOLY FUCK WORK. Being a 3rd year graduate student is impossible, but I've been working super hard to get several new studies up and running, and I'm feeling really good about all that. I figure that if I really intend to finish up this program a year early (and I do!), I really need 4 publications to be viable on the job market. So, I'm working hard towards that, and really hope I can pull this all off. I've received so much great feedback about my overall ideas, and I feel like such a little shit that I'm not being more productive on actually bringing these projects to fruition. So...must work like a champion.
Also, last week my friend Ross came up to work on a study we were doing together, and it was awesome to see him, although terrifying to try to get a study finished and analyzed in a week. But again, awesome to see him - and makes me miss all the Dartmouth people who have left since the summer and sort of made my social world a whole lot brighter.
Finally, I'm going to own up to something stupid I did, because I think writing about it makes it sink in more for me. I haven't see Mr. Big in 12 months, and we hadn't spoken since June, so I don't know why I was missing him so terribly last week, but I really was. I kept having dreams about him, and I think doing things with The Klapper that had once been relegated to Mr. Big (cooking and listening to Feist) sort of...reminded me of what I didn't have in my life anymore. So..I put up a gchat status message that would be meaningless to anyone in the world but Mr. Big, and I clicked him from "never show" to "auto" for the first time in 7 months. And he responded in kind with a beautiful message that brought back so many amazingly sweet memories. But then it got out of hand. He asked what I would do if I could do anything in the world right now (I said picnic lunch along the Seine), and he responded by saying he would get in his car and drive to NH. Shit. I realized it got out of hand. I sent him an email apologizing, saying how much of a terrible person I was for doing that because it gave him false hope that we would get back together, and that we could never be back together again, and that he had to forget about me (even if I think about him every day and cry often because I miss him). And because he's a beautiful song writer, he wrote me back something so beautiful and touching that I'm crying again just typing this in, even though it happened a week ago. But after we sent those emails, I saw him block me on gchat (not "never show"...block), and that actually made me feel much better, because more than anything in the world I want us to move on from each other, and I think that's a good step.
So that is the basics of what I've been doing. There have been some lovely bar nights (I forgot how fun it could be to watch 5 men see you enter the bar in hooker boots and fall over themselves trying to talk to you), some babysitting, some skiing, and one super weird "getting drinks" with a guy in the business school who knows a friend from Cheshire (who arranged for us to get a drink because we would hit it off in a friendship way, not in a romance way) but who also knows The Klapper. The drinks were going really well, but then he would make an outrageous joke (having sex with a corpse) and I would make a similar comment (even when I'm dead I would still want to be on top) and he would get really weirded out and uncomfortable. So...it was a giant, awkward failure. Oh well, who needs more friends when you've got data!
Signing off for now, hopefully I can be less of a suck about updating this.
Okay where did we leave off, oh right, Klapper New Years drama. So, I get back to Hanover after break and send him an email letting him know I'm here. I want to get dinner with my friend, but she's busy until 7:30, and the Klapper wants to get dinner with his roommates and then see me, at 6:30 or so. NOT SEE ME, that's not what he wants to do first, but he will let me move around my plans to accomodate him. So...I'm furious. He comes over and I give him an ugly hug (the hug a cold wall of non-emotion would give someone) and then I just TEAR into his soul. I tell him it's over. That he makes me miserable - like, even when we're together and I'm smiling, I still hate him. I tell him he treats me like shit, and nobody has ever made me feel worse than him about existing. I tell him that calling me on New Years, drunk, when he wouldn't spend it with me in the first place, and then confessing his undying love is emotional napalm, and FUCK UP.
And he totally breaks down. He asks "should I go?" and I said "I mean....probably...". And then he tells me that he can't imagine his life without me in it. And that it was unfair to call me on New Years and say that, but that over the 6 week break he did think about me all the time, and how maybe we could do a long distance relationship for a year. And then he told me about all the events he was thinking about bringing me to so that I could meet his friends and stuff. And he looked into my eyes and said that he had no idea I felt this way, and that it crushed him to know how much he hurt me, because he's never met anyone like me before.
And I caved. And we had amazing sex. And I have been really really happy with him ever since.
He calls me every day. We see each other about every other day. He tells me how much I mean to him and how great I am. We get dinner with his friends. It's really been great.
And more importantly, we're doing the more mundane couple-y stuff that I think is really important to actually having a relationship. Like, he comes over and we fumble through a recipe together in the kitchen, and watch a movie, and then do our homework together. I know it's not as glamorous as going out to fancy dinners, but this feels better to me.
Now granted, I'm 100% sure the ball will drop as soon as he's no longer afraid of me. And lets be clear, he is absolutely terrified of me. How do I know this? Because he now asks me permission to see his friends on the weekend and then tells me "I'm afraid of you". Not the most sustainable, but we're working on that to.
On that same note, I had to dump Splenda Daddy and The Toddler when I got back. I felt bad about that, mostly because they were both so sweet, but I think I deserve better than prostitution or 5 minutes of bleh sex with a guy who thinks that making Fajitas is teaching me a recipe. Shudder.
What else is going on? Work!!! HOLY FUCK WORK. Being a 3rd year graduate student is impossible, but I've been working super hard to get several new studies up and running, and I'm feeling really good about all that. I figure that if I really intend to finish up this program a year early (and I do!), I really need 4 publications to be viable on the job market. So, I'm working hard towards that, and really hope I can pull this all off. I've received so much great feedback about my overall ideas, and I feel like such a little shit that I'm not being more productive on actually bringing these projects to fruition. So...must work like a champion.
Also, last week my friend Ross came up to work on a study we were doing together, and it was awesome to see him, although terrifying to try to get a study finished and analyzed in a week. But again, awesome to see him - and makes me miss all the Dartmouth people who have left since the summer and sort of made my social world a whole lot brighter.
Finally, I'm going to own up to something stupid I did, because I think writing about it makes it sink in more for me. I haven't see Mr. Big in 12 months, and we hadn't spoken since June, so I don't know why I was missing him so terribly last week, but I really was. I kept having dreams about him, and I think doing things with The Klapper that had once been relegated to Mr. Big (cooking and listening to Feist) sort of...reminded me of what I didn't have in my life anymore. So..I put up a gchat status message that would be meaningless to anyone in the world but Mr. Big, and I clicked him from "never show" to "auto" for the first time in 7 months. And he responded in kind with a beautiful message that brought back so many amazingly sweet memories. But then it got out of hand. He asked what I would do if I could do anything in the world right now (I said picnic lunch along the Seine), and he responded by saying he would get in his car and drive to NH. Shit. I realized it got out of hand. I sent him an email apologizing, saying how much of a terrible person I was for doing that because it gave him false hope that we would get back together, and that we could never be back together again, and that he had to forget about me (even if I think about him every day and cry often because I miss him). And because he's a beautiful song writer, he wrote me back something so beautiful and touching that I'm crying again just typing this in, even though it happened a week ago. But after we sent those emails, I saw him block me on gchat (not "never show"...block), and that actually made me feel much better, because more than anything in the world I want us to move on from each other, and I think that's a good step.
So that is the basics of what I've been doing. There have been some lovely bar nights (I forgot how fun it could be to watch 5 men see you enter the bar in hooker boots and fall over themselves trying to talk to you), some babysitting, some skiing, and one super weird "getting drinks" with a guy in the business school who knows a friend from Cheshire (who arranged for us to get a drink because we would hit it off in a friendship way, not in a romance way) but who also knows The Klapper. The drinks were going really well, but then he would make an outrageous joke (having sex with a corpse) and I would make a similar comment (even when I'm dead I would still want to be on top) and he would get really weirded out and uncomfortable. So...it was a giant, awkward failure. Oh well, who needs more friends when you've got data!
Signing off for now, hopefully I can be less of a suck about updating this.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Winter Holiday + New Years Post
I just got back to NH after the most lovely winter break ever. Most importantly, I did 0 work for the entire time and that was amazing. I think that should get me recharged for the next year....hopefully....though it's going to be hard to get back into the swing of things.
So I had lots of amazing family time that was primarily spent eating cheese and playing games. Christmas was lovely (best present was a SodaStream I picked out the day before Christmas at Costco - hello seltzer on demand), and this year my brother girlfriend joined us for the most of it, so he actually acted human.
I also got to see Matty, Marykate, Megan, Nick, and some other Cheshire people which was lovely, and there was a family outing to Mystic Aquarium that I gave my Dad for Christmas but then the rest of the family hijacked.
And New Years was outstanding. Went to NYC again to see Caitlin and managed to meet up with GW people for dinner at a lovely french restaurant. We then went to a hilarious burlesque show / dance party event, and I think everyone will be incredibly proud that we went home at 2 am instead of (1) going to the performers' after-party I received an invite to from a guy I had been flirting with all night, (2) going to a sex party, or (3) going back to the same hot tub party we were at last year.
Only ugly moment of the night was around 3 am when The Klapper called. We had basically not spoken since Christmas and I was pretty much okay with him ignoring me and then us breaking up when we got back. BUT instead he calls, totally drunk, to profess his undying love for me. 15 times. And it really sucks because he said everything I have always wanted to hear from him - I love you, I'm IN love with you, you're amazing for the following reasons, and I am an idiot and a total asshole for the way I've been treating you, but I love you and I have felt this was for a long time - but he said it while totally plastered, which basically makes it meaningless. I even tried to stay sensible so when he got all upset that I wasn't going to say "I love you" back, I basically tried to explain that I wasn't even convinced we'd be dating come Wednesday, but clearly you can't reason with a drunk person so I just let him talk until one of his friends finally told him it was best to end the conversation.
And of course, I haven't heard from him since (was half expecting a text the next day saying "oh hey, did we talk last night? Because I don't remember it..."). Amanda suggests I just let him make the next move and see how things go. Will report back.
So I had lots of amazing family time that was primarily spent eating cheese and playing games. Christmas was lovely (best present was a SodaStream I picked out the day before Christmas at Costco - hello seltzer on demand), and this year my brother girlfriend joined us for the most of it, so he actually acted human.
I also got to see Matty, Marykate, Megan, Nick, and some other Cheshire people which was lovely, and there was a family outing to Mystic Aquarium that I gave my Dad for Christmas but then the rest of the family hijacked.
And New Years was outstanding. Went to NYC again to see Caitlin and managed to meet up with GW people for dinner at a lovely french restaurant. We then went to a hilarious burlesque show / dance party event, and I think everyone will be incredibly proud that we went home at 2 am instead of (1) going to the performers' after-party I received an invite to from a guy I had been flirting with all night, (2) going to a sex party, or (3) going back to the same hot tub party we were at last year.
Only ugly moment of the night was around 3 am when The Klapper called. We had basically not spoken since Christmas and I was pretty much okay with him ignoring me and then us breaking up when we got back. BUT instead he calls, totally drunk, to profess his undying love for me. 15 times. And it really sucks because he said everything I have always wanted to hear from him - I love you, I'm IN love with you, you're amazing for the following reasons, and I am an idiot and a total asshole for the way I've been treating you, but I love you and I have felt this was for a long time - but he said it while totally plastered, which basically makes it meaningless. I even tried to stay sensible so when he got all upset that I wasn't going to say "I love you" back, I basically tried to explain that I wasn't even convinced we'd be dating come Wednesday, but clearly you can't reason with a drunk person so I just let him talk until one of his friends finally told him it was best to end the conversation.
And of course, I haven't heard from him since (was half expecting a text the next day saying "oh hey, did we talk last night? Because I don't remember it..."). Amanda suggests I just let him make the next move and see how things go. Will report back.
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