2003-08-03 - 9:30 p.m.
Hairy naked cats
Yesterday, I resolved to end things with M. There was that whole bet thing, and after that surfaced, I got these weird vibes from him. I thought he was no longer interested, that he thought I was throwing myself at him, that his privacy was more important to him than my feelings. On Friday night, he joined in a small amount of picking on me at the bar, and with my emotions already on edge, it rankled. He drove me and Photo Guy home, and I didn’t say much. I thanked him briefly and got out of the car.
That was it, I said. No more of this. It would be so uncomplicated if we just decided to be friends. Surely he’d want that too, because he wasn’t all that interested in me anyway. All I would have to do is not speak to him.
There was a party yesterday at campus grad housing, and a pre-party beforehand with a bunch of people in our group. I hadn’t heard from KJ or Photo Guy about carpooling, so I left a message for M. He didn’t call back. I arranged a ride with Photo Guy, then M called.
We talked. He knew right away that things were not right. I told him how I was feeling, that I was confused. He pointed out that our friends’ bet shouldn’t have anything to do with things between him and me. He also said that if he was ever upset with me, he’d tell me right away. He said I shouldn’t worry about it, that things between us were just fine. He just wanted to avoid the rumor mill. He was sorry he’d confused me.
So we hung up, and I felt instantly better. I went to the party. I had 6 vodka drinks, and for the first time, my grad school friends saw me drunk. That was pretty funny. I do remember it, though, so don’t worry too much about me. M hadn’t showed up by midnight, so I called his cell phone and his home phone and left messages about how he’d better be asleep because I was worried. Then he showed up to the party, and I let him have it, which he found highly amusing. I have to admit, it was hilarious. Just picture a drunk woman slurring in your face about how she’s pissed at you because she thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere. Trust me, it’s funny.
I had a good time, letting loose. I didn’t avoid M, but I didn’t latch on to him either. KJ did some really cool tricks with a lighter and a bottle of Everclear (kids, don’t try this at home). My friend E made me put on a grass skirt. I taught Joe how to do a hip-hop “ass-roll”, which involves bending at the knees and sticking your ass out and rolling up. Good times.
Then I went home. Photo Guy drove, and I was pretty sober by the time I got home. I got ready for bed. Then, about 30 minutes after I left the party, I called M. I told him to get his ass over here. He laughed. He said he wasn’t going out again, especially since he didn’t want Photo Guy seeing his car in our driveway. So I went to him.
It was good. We snuggled. Things were OK again. His apartment was hot, so I barely slept, but it was still nice to be with him. The sex was OK (as usual, the foreplay was way better than the intercourse—I’m going to suggest we work on that), and I also met his cat, who is a poor, bizarre, little old thing who meows a lot. She was verrrrry wary of me, at first, wondering about the strange person in the bed. She kept checking me out. I was so afraid she would bite me, but she didn’t. By the time we officially woke up, she had been lying on the sheet in the space between my feet, and then she snuggled with both of us. I have a new friend.
I also came home with a couple of cat hairs on my breast. Note: don’t snuggle with a cat when you’re naked.
