| | Ashley says I don't post enough. Problem is, I don't really have much to say.
Let's see...December...December. I got thrown out of a bar on Christmas Eve. All I wanted was a pen to give this girl my number. I just shouldn't have gone behind the bar to get it. There were only two bars in that town. One was closed for the holiday, and I got thrown out of the other. I sat outside for ten minutes, and my buddy Mikey came outside. He'd gotten thrown out for doing the exact same thing (for an ashtray). Then they threw Howie out, just for good measure, since his two moron friends got thrown out.
January...hmmm...I really don't recall anything.
February, I met a girl named Amy, and for a while it was good. I mean, yeah, she didn't have a job, so that was kind of disconcerting, but whatever. And sure, she was technically married at the time. But she was in the process of wrapping up her divorce. So it's all good, right?
Wrong. My first sign should have been when we were fooling around and she asked "Aren't you bothered by how many people I've slept with?" Well, no. I can't say I can put a number on it, for starters. Should I be? There were a multitude of things after that which were obvious warning signs that I immediately ignored. She was a cute girl, and so far as I could tell, she liked me. A lot. She even said so. A lot. I introduced her to my friends and told my mom about her. Life was good.
As it turns out, I was just a goddamn meal-ticket to her, and she was stringing me along so she could last a little longer with some free meals and drinks. I meant absolutely nothing to her. I wish there were some way I could put out a warning about her on okcupid.com, where we met, because she's just gonna do this again to some other chump. I call myself a chump because, at the onset of this whatever-it-was, we had a discussion on keeping things light, not too serious. As it turns out, to her, that meant she could lie through her teeth. "Not sleeping with anyone else" meant that when she flaked out on our plans, she was out with and underneath other guys. And I bought it blissfully, because she was so sweet to me when we were together. There was a post on her blog that had a picture of her smiling with a guy kissing her on the cheek. The caption read "The evil smirk on my face is because he thinks I'm in love with him, too."
Needless to say, I feel a little used.
I don't mean to make this sound all "woe is me," because something good did come out of it: my friendship with Amy's roommate, Kate. Kate, well, is absolutely nuts, and that's why we get along. We're both good, nice people who enjoy doing outlandish things to see how people will react. Her realm of outlandishness is just in an entirely different realm than mine. It's a good dynamic. She's the one who started making me realize what was going on in the other bedroom of their apartment. And I'm grateful for that.
Now before you start saying "Oh, there's goes Jeff falling for another girl," stop. This might be the most absurdly platonic relationship I've ever had with a girl (which isn't saying much, given my propensity for asking every girl I know out at some point). There's discussion on the table, actually, for us to be roommates after Amy moves out (a few months, but my lease isn't up until mid-July anyway). Like <insert corny relative> used to always say, there's a silver lining to every cloud. I'm making friends, and really, I'm quite happy about that. I still don't have a ton of friends here, mind you, but it's progressing. And I have a date on Friday with a cute girl red-head named Kelly.
There's a big part of me that longs to move back to the Midwest--I think I even have the resources to pull it off, if I want. The plant manager at our plant in northern Illinois, Ken, thinks the world of me. He's the guy who hired me, actually. But there's this stubborn streak in me that wants to prove that I can make work, wherever I am. It may not be the prettiest adjustment, or the fastest, but goddamnit I'm gonna make it work.
So anyway, there's the biggest part of February through early April.
I went to a concert last night with my buddy Neal from work. Ida Maria, whom I'm absolutely in love with, introduced by Southerly and Ruth. It. Was. Outstanding. I didn't really care for Southerly, but if you want some music to listen to, I'd suggest either Ida Maria or Ruth.
I got a tattoo a few weeks ago. "Play Like a Champion Today" on my right shoulder. An old friend from HS and I went to get them together when I was back in Indiana earlier this month. I like it.
Speaking of which, I was back in Indiana earlier this month. There's not really much to say beyond that.
I guess that's all the shit that's fit to print. In a few months, we'll pick this up where I left off.
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