So, last night was filled with really great Indian food, a bit of making out, and plenty of bad decision making on my part. See picture below for a snapshot recap of dinner at Cedar's (excellent and reasonably priced Indian, Middle Eastern, and Mediterranean cuisine). It appears that we're at someone's house (we're not) and take a look at my cleavage! (Push-up bras work wonders, lemme tell ya.) Christine is on the left and Becca (not my roommate, but another girl who went to college with Bonnie and Rebecca) is on the right. We had a really great night just chatting and eating and learning more about each other. (The bad decision part comes later.)
Following dinner, Christine left while Becca and I decided to go to Capitol Hill for some dancing at this great gay bar with rockin music and a pole (cool, huh?). We waited for the bus for about 15 minutes before some woman told us that the 43 had broken down and there was no way of telling when it would start back up again. So instead, we opted for some bar action on the Ave (which is the nickname for University Avenue, a bustling street adjacent to campus with shops and restaurants and a few bars on it). Specifically, we went to Earl's (you may remember this bar from back in December...this is where our cohort got drinks after our last final before Christmas break and it was an "intoxicating" night, if you catch my not-so-subtle drift) because it's cheap and makes the strongest drinks in the U District. The sucky thing about bars out here is that you can't just go to a bar and it has dancing, you have to go to a club to dance which most likely requires a cover (if you know me, then you know I HATE THESE) and is just not as fun as good ole Grandma's or Drink or Brother's or Lodge. Chill bars with a great casual atmosphere that have wild dancing as well. These are the times when I really miss Minneapolis. (Besides when I want to see my friends which is ALWAYS.)
Anyways, we went there and got a few drinks and just hung out. Again, I am SO not into the boy scene, which I'm sure makes me that much more attractive (which is slightly annoying). Of course (and completely contradictory to what I just typed), there was this cute guy I kind of had my eye on with a great smile and adorable dimples. I don't know if I told y'all this yet, but dating in the Pacific Northwest is much different that dating in the Midwest and I don't quite know why. Men don't approach women, it's not very customary to buy drinks for people, etc. It may be because men are a bit more careful about violating or offending women out here than in the Midwest. It's less traditional (for example, TONS of men do YOGA...definitely something you don't see as much of in the midwest, correct me if I'm wrong) and just plain different.
But, these two Hispanic men came up to us to chat (they were so nice) and I learned from them that GONZAGA AND DUKE LOST THEIR RESPECTIVE GAMES LAST NIGHT!! I am still appalled. (I had Duke winning the National Championship and both teams in the Final Four.) I was SO SAD that I went up to the bartender to confirm the news (I seriously couldn't believe it) and all of a sudden, someone slapped my ass! (I mean, I know I have a great butt, but lately, it has been getting a ridiculous amount of attention. Must be the million lunges I'm doing.) I turned around and it was this chick (Devin, I learned, is her name) that was with this group of guys that happened to also be with this cute dude I'd been eyeing. Huh, what a surprise! An initiation of sorts. After practically crying to the bartender, I went over to talk to them (I later learned that they didn't know if I was seriously going to be pissed about it - they thought I may not only HAVE a hard ass, I may be one as well) and found that really, cute dude (Jeff) wanted to talk to me. Cool. I can deal with that. We chatted, I walked Becca to her bus and...
*Okay, so this is where the bad decision making comes in. This little ditty is to serve as a warning that if you chose to read any further (no, there will not be terribly graphic details of sex, drugs, or rock-n-roll, it's not THAT kind of story) I must ask that you 1) suspend your judgment of me and 2) suspend your judgment of me. I make good decisions, but like every normal human being, I tend to have a lapse in judgment every once in a while. This is the exception. (Lucky for me, it didn't end a terrible situation.) Oh, and I don't need a lecture on how fortunate I was, either. But thanks for loving me enough to want to scold me.*
...I let this group of people bring me home. (We discovered that all the boys live in Wedgwood, too.) Well, instead of going home, we decided that I would hang out with them for a little while. We got to their house (about, uh, 20 blocks from my apartment) and I snooped around intrusively like I always do when I want to make a rigid, take charge impression. (Oh, Devin and I also tossed the football for a while in the street, which was tons of fun.) Finally, Jeff and I retreated to his room (I found out he had nearly "given up on me" which I thought was a pretty chauvinist and extremely idiotic statement to make) to chat. Nothing particularly terrrible happened, but we did make out a bit (great kisser) while he made inappropriate comments to me and then felt bad about it (I have a tendency to make guys feel like shit about disrespecting me which is the best thing EVER). OH, and GET THIS: Under his breath at one point, he said, "So, I guess I'm in love with you." WTF? Seriously? This is the second guy to say this dreaded phrase to me IN A WEEK! (Did I tell you about the guy last Friday?) Umm...what's going on? Am I living in some kind of Twilight Zone? THIS SCREAMS INTIMACY ISSUES! Besides that, he kept prompting me to stay (I'm NOT STUPID), so I finally got up and left without exchanging numbers with him. (Except, I did mistakingly give my number to Devin. Oops.) This is the worst part: I walked home (like I said, over 20 blocks) at 3:30 in the morning by myself in the pouring rain. Or rather, I RAN LIKE HELL. Jeff kept saying that he would drive me home, but 1) I didn't want him to know where I lived, 2) I am too stubborn (though seemingly irrational, it made sense at the time) to take a ride from someone, and 3) I didn't want him to think I "owed" him something. This is not economics, there is no exchange of "goods" here. At this point, I have to say how much it REALLY sucks to be a woman sometimes because if I were a man, there would be ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM walking home AT ALL no matter the hour, the situation, or the distance. I cannot remember a time at which I was more scared in my life, though there may be one. I just know that I tore it up and made fabulous time to my apartment. I also was never so happy to be "home" in Seattle. Phew. I was wet, but I was exhausted. So, I called my mom (it was 6am Central Time) and went to bed.
So, that's the story of the quarter. It is definitely up to par with the incidents from last May in Minneapolis...Does anyone happen to remember Marty, the sloppy kisser I had to escort home after lying that I had a boyfriend to get him to leave? Or Jeremiah, the hairy dude that literally cried on my shoulder after I mentioned I saw a ghost in our house? If you don't know, sorry I mentioned it. You might not want to ask.
Anyways, I am at the public library right now (in fact, these friggin teens in the study room are pissing me off because they're so damn loud) and I'm gonna just chill tonight since the past few days were more than I can handle. I gotta rest up for Monday. Start of the quarter.
I'm gonna watch the NCAA games tonight and have homemade tacos. I might make some kind of dessert, too. Maybe chocolate pudding or something. Yum.
Tomorrow I'm going hiking up to Tiger Mountain with the roomies. Should be a good time!
Lots of love goes out to my wonderful support system (aka all of YOU)!
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