My birthday party. He didn't come. But I didn't really invite him. I more or less just mentioned it briefly that if he wasn't doing anything and felt like stopping in, that would be cool.
Plus, my birthday parties always consist of too much booze, and vodka makes me horny. True Story. So having him show up wouldn't have been very conducive to this little project. Am I right?
I was too hungover to give a shit. Plus, it was Football Sunday. He was incommunicado with his buddies, and I was asleep by the pool. And on the couch. And on by bedroom floor. Maybe.
I was up at 3:30 am because Little Man thought it was time to party. I kinda feel like a Zombie to be honest. So sex hasn't even crossed my mind, and to be honest I was kinda feeling like maybe New Guy changed his mind about me. Quiet weekend = Carmen over thinking and over-analyzing.
Then he totally redeemed himself and asked me out to dinner Friday.
So... 42 to go.
I'm gonna completely NAIL this. Pun intended.
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