I slept for 24 hours. Asskicking.

Sunday night, I was supposed to go join D and a bunch of co-workers for drinks at Gilligan’s. I woke up around 11pm and immediately jumped into the shower, shivering the whole time. D remembered I wasn’t feeling well earlier during the day, and asked if I’d rather he drop by later so I wouldn’t have to go take a cab on my own and just end up sneezing and coughing my way through the night.

I lie down on my bed to dry my hair and end up falling asleep again. Around 4, I wake up and see that I had missed a call from him. I call him. He doesn’t pick up. I resist that all-too-familiar ‘grr grr’ feeling. He is, after all, NOT my boyfriend. Basically, because I wasn’t picking up and because he got pretty drunk (and he was driving!), he went straight home.

I thought about what Lili asked me a couple of entries down: how does it feel to be the other woman?

Well, it sucks. Because I like owning people and this is a person I can’t own. But enter dialogue:

Roel: I don’t know Helga, he seems pretty owned.
Helga: Yeah. By his girlfriend!
Roel: No, by you!

Plus, I have no right to boss him around. So Ely says. But heh. He’s demanding, I’m demanding. I don’t know where this is going.

Anywhores. He dropped by after coming from the gym and we had dinner. He wanted Shakey’s, I wanted Kenny’s; so we flipped a coin and I won. Of course, I had to pay for dinner, too. Ain’t that fantastic. He hung around the condo while I was getting dressed for work and he was laughing at how low my neckline was (I can see your thingies! I mean, I’ve seen them before.. Wanna bet they’re gonna notice those?) and at my Michael Jackson cropped jacket (I prefer ‘ROCKSTAR jacket’, hmph).

Sigh. An hour and a half before he gets here.