Then I went out with my Michael, my old flame who I have never really had a real relationship with but with whom there are definitely mutual feelings. He has a girlfriend and was telling me about her, and made a point (I think, was just being honest really) of letting me know that it is almost over with her. Or will be. We had such a great time. He picked me up in his new Beemer, which shocked the hell out of me, and then took me to dinner at this bar at Clark and Foster and we ate and drank until the bar closed. I ate a giant bucket of mussels, and the bartender kept giving me free Kwak beer. I love me. I like to think that other people love me too. I would never go hungry, I get so much free stuff from people just from talking to them.
Anyway. It was so so so so so much fun. When he dropped me off, some things were said and there were many hugs and I just have a feeling that if the time were ever right we would really be a good couple... that timing has just always been off, one of us involved or, as when we first met, me being completely insane. Man he looked so cute last night.
Yamil emailed me and told me he has had the flu, and has been being audited by the IRS so that is why he hasn't been banging down my door to go out. He acted all offended, so I wrote him back and said I was sorry, but I don't know about that.
And then when I got home trashed last night I had two emails from the new Arab. I think he is maybe a little shy and unsure of himself. It's kind of adorable, although I don't like it when that makes someone play it cool. I sort of want him to write me and tell me I'm the most beautiful sex goddess he has ever seen. Maybe he will tonight.
That is my life right now. I can't wait to get my new laptop so I can start writing again, the fucking keyboard on this one sucks ass.
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4:54 p.m.
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