7.06.2006

...and more PR Guy

Sorry about the slow updates...been crazy busy lately. You also won't be getting any new stories next week, as I will be on vacation with The Fam in Muskoka. Maybe I'll be nice and post another entry tomorrow, as I've finally finished the next story in my sordid dating history.

Things with PR Guy and I have been going well -- I went to his place for dinner last week, and we watched a movie and 'stuff' (my brother informed me that the last entry was DISGUSTING and made him throw up in his mouth A LOT).

Anyways, so PR Guy and I made plans to go to Woodbine Racetrack on Saturday, which we did. We didn't win anything on the first few races, and I was counting on the horse named 'Chickenonastikbaby' (my lucky number 5) to win. It was a favourite to win and with a name like that, how could it NOT?

My stupid horse came in last. WAY last. That'll teach me to choose by names.

Lyndsey and Paulo came to pick us up after the races, and we went down to the Exhibition to watch the Symphony of Fire. The fireworks were pretty good, but PR Guy and I were very tired, and it was cold and raining. We went back to his place and I crashed there for the night.

In the morning my hair was a mess and I had no makeup on, and he didn't run away screaming. Good sign. He promised to call me and I left to spend the day with friends.

On Monday morning (long weekend) I woke up early, turned on my computer, and signed onto Messenger. A few minutes later, he came online and asked if I wanted to join him at the mall. Since I was nowhere close to ready, he decided to go to the mall and I agreed to meet him there later.

When I arrived at the mall, I helped him pick out a new suit and cologne, then we came back to my neighbourhood and saw the movie 'Click', which he liked and I thought was okay. It had been another long day, so he walked me home and we talked for a bit while Willow gave him the once-over (approved, I think), and then he kissed me goodbye and left.

That was the last I talked to him, and I'm starting to get a bit paranoid. If he screws me over SO HELP ME GOD, I will go to his apartment and rip his nuts off. You see what's happening to me? I'm turning into THAT girl. I am so terrified to let my guard down and put my heart out there because I'm convinced I will get hurt again. You've been reading my dating history, do you blame me? I am so scared. I like him and it makes me crazy and scared and I feel vulnerable and I hate feeling vulnerable. The brother says I'm being stupid.

Fuck, I hate this...I should just revert to Plan B - become an old lady with 200 cats.

6 comments :

  1. Anonymous4:00 PM

    Sorry to say I agree with the brother. Don't be so worried about what happens next...just enjoy what's happening now. The rest will take care of itself.

    me

    Oh yeah....I am way bitter that I don't get to go on vacation until August.

    still me

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  2. Anonymous6:58 PM

    I agree with Chrisopher as well.

    Don't turn into THAT girl, they don't like THOSE girls.

    You're so scared and paranoid, i'm scared you're going to do something silly, like demanding where the relationship "stands" after 4 weeks. Then he's going to think you're loco and he'll take off faster than things that take off fast.

    And don't listen to other people. Only Angie, and sometimes Chrisopher. But mostly Angie.

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  3. Anonymous6:58 PM

    I agree with Chrisopher as well.

    Don't turn into THAT girl, they don't like THOSE girls.

    You're so scared and paranoid, i'm scared you're going to do something silly, like demanding where the relationship "stands" after 4 weeks. Then he's going to think you're loco and he'll take off faster than things that take off fast.

    And don't listen to other people. Only Angie, and sometimes Chrisopher. But mostly Angie.

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  4. Anonymous6:59 PM

    Oops, I posted my comment twice...it must be a sign you should listen to me.

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  5. Anonymous9:25 AM

    If you want to talk to him then call him up. WTF?

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