i woke up this morning with keelee (the orange cat) between my legs and kirbi (the grey one) sprawled across my pillow. i bought these little balls of fur over a year ago when i lived alone and had miserably lonely nights. although i'm now not so lonely, living with one of my best friends and everything, they still make the best company, ecspecially when i am sad.
i'm not exactly sad right now, but a little dissapointed and misunderstood. i feel like when it comes to guys lately, i'm always the initiater. weird thing is...lots of my friends have said they feel the same way lately. the roomie said it may be an "epidemic." haha.
yesterday, mohawk and i (again) had talked about hanging out. i figured it wasn't going to happen and had other plans anyways, but it still bothered me when at 9:45 pm I had not heard anything from him. so....we start texting. and i start wanting to hurl my phone across the room at the ridiculous things he said and the way he couldnt get out what he was trying to say. i still don't really know! i dont think this kid really has a way with words.
basically, he doesn't know what he wants (ummm, i never said i wanted anything!), tends to lead people on (who admits that?) and apparently has had a rough few months (oh, poor guy, try rough year!) but ended the conversation asking what i'm doing this weekend. i'm very confused. might as well just file him under "been there, done that, should have hung onto his t-shirt."
looks like it's just gonna be me and the cats curled up in my bed for a while...
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