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Everyone knows that 1 AM

Everyone knows that 1 AM is the best possible time to enjoy a Red Bull energy drink. I need "wings" when I should already be in bed. Let's just chalk it up to excitement over the little things in life, in this case figuring out how to add thumbnailed pictures to the site. Oh yes. You can now see little tiny pictures that are fully clickable!

Now this is a party. Fuck if I remember when it was, but it was a long time ago. I remember thinking, "Wow. I'm old." and I remember thinking that I really wanted a fifth of Jack and a slow walk home. Oh, and I remember all the folks in the picture were having a blast. This was a different kind of party. Again, no idea when this was. What I do remember is this girl blew on the ever-drying cement of my cynicism regarding inter-sex relationships. Doesn't she look like she's having fun? Don't I look like I'm having fun? Well, merry christmas - we were both having fun. I showed up at Jupiter, had some drinks - bought her some drinks (50 dollars worth, as it turned out *cha-ching*) and spent a good portion of the night whooping it up with her and her friend. She said she was from England. Hey! Maybe she was.

Who knows.

What I do know is this. I couldn't find out anything about her. Yes, we talked, for hours. But somehow I couldn't get any information about her. Where she was from (apart from the country, I guess). What she liked doing. What she wanted to do. I got the largest collection of dodged questions ever. I asked for her phone number, and she gave it to me. I asked whether it was a real number - she said "maybe." I tossed the number. Late that evening I'm coming back from the bathroom and she and her friend are leaving. I'm a little surprised she didn't wait to say goodbye or anything - but not that surprised. I say "later" and she says "bye - you should call me". (say what?) I say, "What? You give me a number that may or may not even be real and won't tell me anything about yourself and now you want me to call you??" She says, "Oh, it's my real number and you should call me."

Ok. I plant a kiss right on her lips and walk away. I figure - hey! What the hell. So a few days later I give her a call - get the machine. A couple of days after that I see her friend from that night and she says I should her. Ok, I wait a couple of days, call again. Nothing. I have a party and I invite her, a few days later. Nothing. Ok. So that's it. Any fool can see she didn't want to talk to me. Anti-climactic? I guess.

But no matter how I try to be a little pissed about it, I'm actually more pissed that I don't care. It has gotten to the point where I simply expect people to treat me like that.

Posted by Matt at August 18, 2002 01:20 AM