Deciding how much of an asshole to be.
Sorry about the short hiatus. It wasn't really intentional...I've been spending so much time with Lindbergh and my sleep schedule has been all crazy like. So I would basically like to spend all my time sleeping, but I have that pesky job to go to. But because I really like my job, I get all excited and work hard and tax my brain. Then I'm super tired by the end of the day and I just want to sleep, but I hang out with Lindbergh again and stay up too late and it's worse the next day. Blergy blerg blerg.
Alright, enough whining, on to the story.
A couple of weeks ago Lindbergh and I had plans to go to a local restaurant that does open mic nights on Thursdays. He sent me a text that day and told me he still wanted to hang out, but that there was a catch. It was his mom's birthday and she wanted to go to open mic. Trying to be nice, I told him that he should hang out with them and humor his mum for her birthday. He let me know that I'd missed the point--he wanted me to come with. Then he pointed out that I should be flattered; he doesn't ever invite women to meet his mom.
Instead of feeling flattered, it kind of freaked me out. Okay, a lot of stuff freaks me out, it really doesn't take much...but meeting parents isn't generally one of those things. That might be because it's more of a rarity for people not to meet my parents. I think it spooked me because he made it sound like a big deal, and that made things seem very serious. But I agreed.
We went to the restaurant a little early to get some food, and because I was unnaturally nervous. What bothered me so much? I still don't know. The friends showed up a little after we did. I've met them all before, and one is a pretty awesome girl that I went to high school with. Well, Mama Lindbergh showed up and it was all fine, but I spent the whole time feeling anxious.
I've seen Mama Lindbergh a few times since then, and I met Brother Lindbergh this past weekend. Mama even had us over for breakfast on Sunday. I'm also now friends with both of them on the Facebook. Lindbergh also made a point of telling me that his best friend seems to like me, which is evidently an uncommon occurrence.
I've stayed over at Lindbergh's apartment a few times, and things are pretty comfortable. There was only one situation that bothered me. We were at another open mic night, and the best friend was trying to get me to sing with him. I was looking through the book of songs and Lindbergh turned to his mom and said "she's a singer, what a surprise." He then explained to me that he's only ever dated singers. I'm not sure if it annoyed me because he just made a snide, smartass remark about me, or because he'd just grouped me with every other girl. Whatever the reason, it kind of pissed me off...I tried to brush it off, but it's still obviously in my head a little.
The next day he apologized and we agreed that there was no point in dwelling on a silly remark. How adult of us! Last weekend we almost had The Talk. I can't remember how it came up, but we both hate it, so we didn't have it. Hooray! But I'm comfortable with where things are.
Jonathan is out of the picture. Once again, he just kind of disappeared. I should have expected it, but I'm a pushover. So, I say Good Riddance! I'm sure he'll try to come back around again and I hope I have the willpower to tell him to buzz off. (OMG when did people stop saying that?! I'm gonna bring it back. YOU'RE WELCOME.)
Here you are though: the best part of the blog! An update on Foxx. I've gotten so annoyed with him hitting on me all the time that I can't listen to the sound of his voice. Well, that's part of the reason. The other part is that he never freaking stops making noise! It's like he can't handle it if he thinks he might not be getting attention. Gaaawd it's so annoying.
Last week we had a Halloween pot luck that my little committee (of which Foxx is also a member) put together. Costumes were encouraged, I went as The Raven. (Except people kept asking if I was Black Swan and it was obnoxious). Foxx's costume? He came as Captain Mile High. To work. To the office. To his place of employment. Just....what...why....just wtf? So much douchery. Oh. Even better though: he didn't contribute to the pot luck, but he was happy to eat the food and hang out with everyone. And after that he went out to lunch with one of our other coworkers. A few weeks ago he wanted me to entertain him, that he was bored and he just did his work as a byproduct.
I think his intention is to be coy and suave, but it just makes him more and more sleazy in my eyes. Funsies, since I have to work with him every day. He also, for some reason, seems to keep thinking I'm the bee's knees. (BOOM. Bringing that back too!)
Alright, my lovelies, that's the update for now. My parents and I are headed up to see my brother and his wife this weekend. She's pregnant, so I get to rub her cute little belly. Yup, I'm that girl, rubbin all the fetus bellies. Only people I know, though. I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy!
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