Hung out with the ladies tonight. Dinner at a Peruvian place (meat pies...never thought I'd go for it) and then Yogurtland for dessert. So far, the Yogurtland has not conflicted with my stomach.
I didn't quite follow Miz M's directions well enough, and ended up cruising on Pacific Coast Highway for awhile. Can't complain. The highway was empty at 12:30, and I passed through Huntington and Newport and knew the big, dark mass to my right was the ocean.
Found the 55 freeway and went home from there. And now I am here, in my PJs, heater on, getting ready for my favorite part of any day: sleeping.
I do a lot of thinking when I drive at night. Something about the darkness brings out the introspective side. We talked a lot about boys tonight - I think any group of girls does that - and of course Certain People came up...I don't know, when you a) hurt my feelings and then b) let a ton of time lapse and only contact me when all your other friend options run out...it's not enough. I woke up today thinking he'd probably try to get in touch. And he did. But I've had a good week without him, and I feel...good.
It's true. It's easiest to get over someone when they aren't constantly in your face.
Not that I'm over it. I may not talk about it, but that doesn't mean I'm not still feeling...things. But I have to look after myself right now. I have a business to get off the ground, a novel to submit, a life to get on with, and spending time wondering...it just...yeah.
It's not the way I wanted it. It isn't. But he's been pretty straightforward in his passive way - I don't rank very high up right now. I don't see any other way for it to go right now. But I guess that's life. You love and you move on, and then eventually, if you do it right, you wonder that they ever meant anything to you at all.
In other news, headbanging solely to impress a blind date is a horrible idea and leaves you with lasting neck cricks.
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