Caught in my own damn web
1:06 a.m. | 2006-03-06
After a semi-awesome/semi-tragic Saturday night involving Gina, her ex husband, his friend, and me, Ive decided that it's best not to hang with her anymore. Not that it was all her fault. I acted like a total slut in her house, feel completely guilty about it, but know that none of this would have happened if I hadnt of ignored my knowledge of what happens when you mix two guys, two girls, and liquor.
Sad to say that again, I have created an awkward social situation that now involves two people way too close to home. Despite my love of drink, I have a greater knowledge of it's dangers and will be staying away from it for some time. I also have a greater knowledge of myself, and have learned that I can be a very horny slut. But I feel that every girl probably has her moments, and that there have been thousands upon thousands of women in my shoes who did the exact same thing.
Oh, and notice that Drew isnt even in this picture. Yeah, either I seriously screwed up the "Omar" bit, or he's out of town at a conference, or both. We havent talked in forever. I think about us and how I dont know what to think. Is that weird? I really want to stop thinking about it. And letting him make the next move is making my hair fall out. God, men are stressful and hard to please.
I suggest:
Speakeasy and a Manhattan will leave you horny and open to pretty much anything. A rather sorry state if you ask me.