Ohhh, dear dear dear. Just completed a full day of friends hanging out at my apartment, here for a brunch that started this morning, the first time Drama Boy met any of my other friends.
Lots has happened with Drama Boy since I last posted. I hauled off and wrote him a big-ass letter saying, in essence, that I needed either to at least discuss the possibility of our dating or not see him anymore, as we seemed completely powerless to spend time together without having the sex. To my pleasant surprise, he refused to just get the hell out of my life, asked me for some time to figure out where his head is, was really honest with me about his feelings (here's the point at which all the guys reading this are probably rolling their eyes), and we decided to just do the friends thing for the time being, without ruling out the possibility of honest-to-gravy dating later on. Round and round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.
So my closest friends came over to my apartment for a huge spread of food and mimosas and bloody marys and I really didn't think Drama Boy would show - he was all worried that all my friends would wonder who he is and what the connection between us was and that the ones who knew would all hate him. And it stretched on for a good five hours of drunken card games and eventually he was the only one left here and we sat around drinking coffee, me trying to sober up, and I finally told him, "I think you should go home."
"Why's that?" he says, so I told him the truth: "Because I'm drunk and if you stick around any longer I'm going to jump on you and I don't think that's a good idea." Like he didn't know that was exactly it. And I sent him on his merry way. Which was really, really hard to do, because I wanted nothing more in the world than to jump on him, really.
I'm going to go pass out alone now. It's for the best, I guess. Right? Tell me I'm right. Please.
I think you made a good decision. Here's hoping Drama Boy comes back to stay...
by jean at May 11, 2003 6:39 PM
You made the wise desicion Rayanne.
by Lucy at May 12, 2003 1:02 AM
You girls with your admirable restraint. But seriously, I agree. Your relationship will probably improve as a result.
by Anna at May 12, 2003 7:40 AM
C'mon now. We all know you made SUCH the wrong choice. I would have banged you sober.
by Drama Boy at May 12, 2003 9:07 AM
You know that once you reject him a few times he will fall madly in love with you... until you stop rejecting him again.
by Linz at May 12, 2003 9:10 AM
I have to agree with Drama Boy, you chose poorly.
by Joseph at May 12, 2003 1:35 PM
Question, Rayanne: Did you masturbate after he left? If you found yourself masturbating while visualizing him, then I'd have to say, things won't change. Do they need to change?
And as to when will the cycle stop? When the condom finally breaks and you got a mouth to feed but you still want hang in the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s...
by LOCKHEED at May 12, 2003 6:19 PM
I missed your question there at the end. My old guru used to say that everything is for the best. So certainly passing out was too. The trick is waking up on time.
by anna at May 12, 2003 7:10 PM
Um, I guess things won't change then.
by Rayanne at May 13, 2003 12:33 AM