Friday I had a date with Mr. PhD. You know, in retrospect, I'm not sure it's fair to call it a date. As I'm around this guy more, I come to realize that he's got a lot of female friends and is more likely to check out something with a woman than to call one of his boys up to hang. Nonetheless, at 8pm on Friday in my mind it was a date and I got all dolled up. He made notice of it; however, I think he'd prefer me to wear jeans and a cute top instead of my hot baby doll dress dress with killer shoes. He offered me some wine, and as usual we made random effortful conversation. Then we headed to the art museum for the friday night Jazz. Right now at the High, History Remixed is the exhibit. Essentially it's photographs from the 1960s civil rights movement. So as ya girl walked around...I started CRYING. The photographs were so moving, I could not hold back the tears. When he noticed, he gave me a smile and uncomfortable friend hug. Lol, but then he decided it was time to leave the exhibit b/c he didn't want me crying anymore. I promised to him that I could handle the rest without another tear...and I did. We drove back to his place, and instead of pressing his luck, he walked me to my car and gave me a yummy hug. A much better hug than previously. But NOTHING. no smooch. :-( I suppose we're truly just friends and I can stop with the effort of being cute.
Saturday: Kickball time. I sat in 85 traffic for a freaking geez hour and a half and missed the game. Luckily for me, the other team forfeited and actually took the loss...so I truly didn't miss the game. Our sister team played at 3, so I stayed around and watched the second game. I saw some of my past associates, with whom I no longer associate. I made it a point to avoid crossing paths in order to avoid uncomfortable fake hellos. Honestly, I did a terrible job of eating this weekend. It was 5 pm and I hadn't eaten so instead of going to the bar, I headed back home and took it easy. (I finally ate).
Sunday: I was supposed to check out two brunches with neighbor/coworker/friend. She texted around 10 to say that she was not going to be able to make it. I didn't really have anything nice ot say in response to that, so I didn't respond immediately. I kind of wallowed in disappointment but around 3 my kickball buddy called. By 4:30 I was over at her pool. I must say that it was fun. There was a group of guys there that engaged us in a game of pool football. I will say I'm most confident when half clothed (I know, this is super lame)...so I was very much in my element. Even my kickball buddy complimented my figure and demanded that I say a confident THANK YOU, instead of a bashful thank you.
Overall, the weekend wasn't a complete bust. I'm doing a better job of not sleeping my life away.
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