When we made it to downtown we went to West Sixth to start. After a little while we decided to make our way to (regular) 6th Street. I think I should make a note here and say that I had a band-aid on my neck because I had a spot removed by my dermatologist recently (everything is fine...FYI). But as the door man on Sixth checked my ID, he actually asked me if I was wearing a band-aid because I got bit by a vampire.
It's official, some people are taking this vampire craze a little too far. I love the Twilight Series and I've just begun watching True Blood (which is pretty good, but not great). But the day I look at ANYTHING and first think it is the result of a vampire rather than the result of an actual plausible event, I think I am going to call it quits from the vampire stuff.
And if I start wearing a cape, please go ahead and shoot me.
Now the actual reason I decided to revisit this night was not to rant on the vampire lovers. But it was to actually tell you about my latest greatest tale (well until I have time to blog about this past weekend). But remember this, I said greatest not proudest.
At some point while at the bar on Sixth (which I'd tell you the name of if I remembered), I was talking alone with the former interest Virginian. If you don't know about him, you can catch up to date on him here, here and lastly here. But he felt the need to tell me that the whole thing between us not working out was 100% his fault (which I totally agree). But he went on to say something about things happening too fast (To which I thought to myself, so I guess to guys "things happening too fast" is code for "potential other girls to hook-up with." Got it.). He even apologized. I never would have even thought he would address what happened, most less, apologize. I was glad to hear it, and I promise, it didn't change my stance on how I felt about him.
Well until a couple more drinks, a few of his nice remarks and one longing feeling inside me to kiss someone (brought on my the alcohol, I'm sure). Sometime after two, in the middle of Sixth Street (such the romantic location), after everyone else we were with successfully got lost from us (really, we stayed waiting for the drunk people on tangents to return, but they never did); he gave me that look. You know the look, the "I'm going to try to kiss you now."
How did I respond? I literally said (out loud for him to hear too), "this looks like a bad idea." At least I knew the truth. But that drunkin thought inside my head of "just kiss the guy, you don't kiss people every day," won this internal struggle.
I KNOW that wasn't the best idea. I know inside I am telling myself to stay away, in fact, run away from him. But, lets be honest, when he texts me, it does make me happy. And when I hang out with him, I do have a good time (and we are totally compatible contrary to what he said when he broke it off before).
But I am smart enough to not go down that road again. At least, to not go down that road until I know it will not end the same as before. So I guess he did have one thing right. This next time around (if there is one, I am honestly still debating if there even could be one) it would need to be slow. Not that the other time was fast, but now I've got to really be sure before I get my feelings invested again.
So here's to drunkin' nights and the bad decisions they lead to.
Or...to drunkin' nights and the possible paths they open???
PS...I've tried everything I can think of for about an hour (that's just tonight alone) to fix the spacing between paragraphs problem that I always seem to have. I finally had to delete the pictures I had and copy paste the words to a brand new post. Does anyone have any suggestions of how I can fix this without having to do all that? It's driving me nuts! (Preventative tips will do!)
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