Manipulator or Manipulatee?
So I've kind of been sitting on this decision all week, but I'm going to NYC this weekend. (K?) As it turns out, there are a lot of people in town and I want to see them. Random good friends from LA, and I want to see them.
But last night, the boy sprung a conversation on me. I felt one way last night, but now that it's morning and I'm awake, I feel differently.
In the end, I've been looking forward to this weekend for weeks, and I'm not letting him or his crazy keep me from it. Yes, HIS crazy. But the three margaritas I had last night made my lips loose enough to basically tell him everything I've been feeling. Yeah, he started the conversation with "where are we going" and I pretty much said, look, four weeks ago, I was already there. And there is nowhere.
Still, next week, less drinking. I feel like crap. Physically.
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