A.) I think I saw the ex today. Driving to school. So, I did the only thing I could: I flipped him off. No idea if he saw me or not, but my little swerve in the road should have got his attention lol. Hi, I’m mature. Still love him, but still pissed off, too.
B.) After work, I’m like… “I’m going out, it’s Saturday for fuck’s sake.” But, no one can go with, so I’m like “Okay, nah, I’ll just pick up dinner, and go home with a movie.” So, I leave work, go to Applebee’s. I go up to the bar, order my dinner, get a drink to sip on while I wait. The music SUUUUCKED, so I go to the jukebox, slip a one in and pick a song. Haha, Rob Zombie, “Living Dead Girl,” so appropriate. Anyways, I head back to the bar, and who is now sitting in the chair next to mine? The prettiest blonde character I’ve seen in town, a server I had at a nice restaurant I use to frequent. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, with a scowl that could kill. The guy’s name is Seth. My legs go noodles after I see him, and I try to act like nothing happened, but I still manage to trip and catch myself as I scuffle onto the bar stool. Who made those things so tall anyway!? He’s all “Heeey,” cuz he recognizes me. I totally word vomitted, no idea what I said during the small talk. All I remember was him asking about my night, me being negative, trying not to look at him because I’m in dumpy work clothes and little make up, him just casually talking to me… Then my food comes, and I BOOK IT OUTTA THERE as he’s telling me to have a good night and he’ll see me around. I /RAN/.
As soon as I get in my car, I scream.
I don’t know if it was the excess energy in my system mixed with the sleep deprivation or what, but I kept screaming. Until I got home. Then I calmed down, some.