Nov 5, 2007

Icer Air

This past Saturday was the first I had seen of my S.O in two weeks. I missed him, and I wanted to be held. I liked being near him, and with all the time I had spent with him in the past two months, I felt that I had finally found something in him.

He bought tickets to an urban ski/snowboarding event in SF, and I had accompanied him for the most part. I didn't know anyone going, but while at the village, ran into my close friends from pledging my second year in college! I ended up hanging out with them for the duration of the event, even while my boyfriend went and smoked out with his friends.

Summary: the event was spectacular, and I had great company.

The night didn't end there, though. We had walked from the Embarcadero station to AT&T park, and had returned, only to find out my coworkers were at a club near the direction in which we came... so we walked back essentially the way we came... to Tabu lounge on Harrison and 4th, or thereabouts. We skipped lines, because they had decided on bottle service, and had gotten a table reserved near the stage. The night had been good... and was for the most part, despite my coworker flirting with my boyfriend, not realizing that he was my boyfriend, or that I had a boyfriend to begin with.

Upon our arrival, and seating ourselves at the reserved area, she sat around a tiny table, and gestured with her fingers, almost seductively saying "Take a shot with me", I may have misread it, but it seemed far too friendly... and my boyfriend did not object. I didn't expect him to.. not really. I brushed it off, and had quite a few drinks with the group of girls/guys there. I had so much to drink that I loosened up to what I consider the "real" me, I think the correct term to use would be to gyrate, and so I did for a good portion of the latter part of the night, and eventually ended on top of my boyfriend, not caring much about all the others at the club. My coworker would later come to describe this as my "tunnel vision".

Despite leaving the club at the night's end, we ended up in the car for some hour or two, for some serious make-up (not make OUT) time for the two weeks that we had been apart. When he finally drove me home, I became very aware of his leaving me, and whined... even though he had to leave, and I really would not do much to stop him from going, my whining calmed my own nerves a bit.

I returned home to find my mother awaiting my return.

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and that is why I need to move out!