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Day Twenty

2:24 a.m.: Just got home from night out for one of my best friends’ birthdays.  Naturally No Longer F No Longer WB was there.  I was expecting it.  It’s been long enough now that we just comfortably ignored each other for most of the night.  After we were both adequately inebriated he ended up saying what’s up to me but we were sitting in a group and it wasn’t a big deal.  I can’t even imagine having sex with him again.  He’s just so unappealing to me now.  Band Guy was there too.  He gave me a big hug.  He was playing all night, and I eventually came up to him and said he needed to quit it and hang out with me.  He smiled and did.  Apparently he didn’t text me a few weeks ago because my number didn’t save in his phone.  He even showed me.  Weird.  Anyways I could totally tell he was into me.  He’s sweet for sure, but I’m not enamored or anything.  Oh well.  It’ll feel good to be chased.

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Day Nineteen

11:22 a.m.: Get a group text from this guy I used to kind of talk to last summer. I went away to school and we both got serious with other people so it never turned into anything. He’s still with his girl. I’m not really sure what to call him besides 28-year-old Who Seems to Have a Crush on Me. You’ll see why.

9:47 p.m.: Don’t get over to his house til half time. I know everyone here from hanging out with him so much last summer. Also me and his sister were in the same grade at the same school from K-8, so I guess you could say we all go back a while in some way or another. Anyways we all start drinking and having a good time.

12:11 a.m.: We all start talking about going out and the only one who can’t is Seems to Have a Crush’s girlfriend (I forgot to mention she just graduated high school). Anyways she starts crying saying he can’t go and don’t leave me and all this. Ugh drama. And his sister starts crying because she doesn’t want to deal with her crazy bullshit. Lord. Anyways we all eventually get to the bar, much to my surprise. On the way there all the guys in the car are literally singing songs about how great I am. I should’ve recorded that shit.

2:45 a.m.: On the way back from the bars. Seems to Have a Crush is now proclaiming that he’s going to marry me and that I’m a bomb ass bitch. He’s really fucking drunk.

3:33 a.m.: Holy Shit. He’s all over me in front of his girlfriend while simultaneously telling her to shut up and go away. So weird. Oddly enough she doesn’t make a huge deal out of it. He says loudly that I’m the prettiest girl in the world. I just hope she didn’t hear. It eventually gets to be too much and we all leave.

4:58 a.m.: Text from my best friends brother who is best friends with Seems to Have a Crush. “That was weird!!” I come back with “Which fucking part??” To which he replies “hahahahaha But I was referring to how awkward it was when **** was hugging all over you in front of her!!” Well if someone else noticed now its totally awkward. I was just trying to play it off but whatever. We talk a while about how dysfunctional their relationship is and stuff. We both don’t understand why they’re together.

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Day Sixteen

4:22 p.m.:  Off to Bloomington!  Went to the gym today so I don’t feel like a total lump later.

7:34 p.m.:  Decide to go to my friend’s apartment before I go to see the guy I’m staying with.  I don’t know the guy I’m staying with very well, I guess I’ll call him Gender Studies Friend because that’s the class we met in a year or so ago.  We’ve kept in vague touch.  Friendly, never anything sexual.

12:01 a.m.:  Been pregaming with my friends, finally got out the door and meet Gender Studies Friend and his roommates at a party.  We don’t even go inside it’s so packed, we decide to head to the bars.  Me and my friends drink more in the car before we go in.  Fireball.  It just tastes so good.  I never take shots, but hey, I’m on vacation.

1:?? a.m.:  I’m losing track of time.  Drunk.  At some point Gender Studies Friend and I go down and watch the band.  I see a few people I know.  Hugs and excitement and all that.  By the time we leave I’ve had 3 double Vodka Cranberries.  Drunkerer.

2:09 a.m.:  Gender Studies friend wants to leave so we head back to his house.  Hang out with some of his roommates and his friends for a little bit and then get in bed.

3:11 a.m.:  Ugh.  He’s trying relentlessly to have sex with me.  At first I’m just blatantly too drunk to have sex, but he tries for so long that eventually I just give in.  I told myself I wouldn’t, but hey, I’m on vacation.  Go back and forth between feeling guilty and not giving a shit.  Land on trying to forget it.

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Day Eight

12:08 p.m.:  Finally get out of bed after waking up the third time.  The last few days have been highly uneventful.  Hence my lack of writing.  Just a lot of work and sore feet.  Plan is to go out tonight with some girls so hopefully it’ll be something worth writing about.  Dreading the possibility of running into No Longer F No Longer WB.  Hopefully if he is there it won’t be so bad because I’ll be with my girl friends.  They said if it feels too weird we’ll leave.

1:16 p.m.: Decide to play video games/watch TV until my phone is fully charged so I can go to the gym. I haven’t been in so long and it’s starting to make me feel bad about myself.

6:28 p.m.: Totally didn’t go to the gym.  Ended up watching the episodes of Dexter and Ray Donovan that we’ve missed since the TWC Showtime black out.  Oh well, it was fun.  Yay family time.

10:07 p.m.: Head out to one of my guy friend’s houses and have a beer with him and his friends.  While I’m there I get an unexpected call from Ex-Boyfriend.  He’s out at Hammerheads and wants me to come see him.  I tell him I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

11:15 p.m.: 30 minutes later, I see him sitting outside.  He buys me a drink and we sit and talk and laugh about everything and nothing.  An older gay guy turns to us and asks if we’re together and if we’re not then we should be.  Neither of us know what to say, we just laugh.  He said a fucking mouthful there.

12:36 a.m.:  I find out that his baby and his girlfriend aren’t around.  He asks if I want to see his apartment since I’ve never gotten to.  I do.  I know this is starting to sound like a stupid romance novel or a Lifetime movie or something.  It wasn’t like that.  Neither of us knew how things were going to turn out.  We were just enjoying this time we were getting to spend together.  It’s been so long.

1:15 a.m.: After trying to get my friends to come up to the apartment but losing them in the process, we go back upstairs so I can get my phone and wallet.  I’m pretty drunk at this point.  He puts on an old record that reminds us both of each other.  He tells me how it used to upset him when I would bring new boyfriends to the restaurant he worked in.  Without thinking, I tell him I only did that so he would tell me they weren’t good enough.  He takes my glass out of my hand and kisses me.  It feels so poignant but at the same time like it just happened yesterday.  I end up on the floor with him on top of me.  For about 30 seconds I forget that we’re in his apartment where his girlfriend could walk in any second, and everything just feels right.  I break the passion by getting up to go pee.  Despite the romance, I just don’t want to get a UTI.

1:49 a.m.:  On the couch now.  It’s happening.  This should be fucking amazing, we haven’t had sex in 3 years and he was the first person I ever loved.  But I can’t get out of my head.  I keep running through this scenario of his girlfriend coming in and beating me up or any number of awful things happening.  I also can’t stop thinking about how weird this all is.  He knows there’s something wrong and keeps asking what he can do.  I try to explain, but I feel like I’m just ruining the moment.  He finishes.  I used to know exactly how I looked in his eyes, but I can’t help but notice that his hands feel different on me now.  He tells me so many times how gorgeous, perfect, and amazing I am.  I used to believe him no questions asked.  Why can’t I now?

2:33 a.m.:  He has to be at work at 6 a.m. so I leave.  I meet up with my friends downstairs and we go to one of their houses a few blocks away.  Hang out there for a while and talk about what a weird night it was for everyone.  One friend talks about her relationship woes with one of my best friends who was just in town visiting from Colorado.  She seems so together and over him and he is so not.  I wish I felt the same way she does about Heart-Breaker.  I was missing him earlier in the day, but Ex-Boyfriend was enough to make me forget. I hope he has time to see me again soon.

3:51 a.m.:  Headed home.  What a weird fucking night.

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1:30 p.m.: Stopped in traffic and a guy next to me in a convertible smiles and waves. I smile back. He’s cute but I don’t roll down my window. Too much.

10:12p.m.: End up texting Used to Be Obsessed with Me. We dated and had great sex in high school. I wish he indulged me more nowadays.

11:23 p.m.: After pregaming at my house for a bit longer than anticipated we all head out. I see this guy that F no longer WB (who I still haven’t spoken to) is in a band with. Decide to get my flirt on

12:47 p.m.: He’s totally flirting back. I give him my number and he says he’s going to take me out sometime. He asks if I’m dating anyone, and if I’m looking to date anyone. No and maybe. Then he asks if me and F no longer WB ever dated. I say no, and it’s not a lie.

2:08 a.m.: drunk. On my way to Used to Be Obsessed’s house. Totes excited to end my two week dry spell.

4:30 a.m.: Head home. It was amazing as always. I just wish it happened more often.

Day Four

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