Just like Vince Vaughn

In trying to forget about Bran, I went out with another cute, tall lad named, Sam. Sam is 32, 6'4 and has kind of a retro hipster look to him that's almost supermodel-y. But at the same time, he's REALLY Midwest. From some small town with like 10,000 people. He's got the accent, the same best friends since he was 5, the love of the Bears etc etc. 

He talks a lot about how fun and crazy he is, about how he is the Vince Vaughn of weddings, how he is a great dancer, but sitting there with him, I didn't see it. I'm not sure if he made me genuinely laugh even one time. I kept hearing myself fake laugh. And kept thinking about what a great time I have with that asshole Bran. I can't say Bran anymore without inserting "that asshole" in front. Anyway, I would still go out with Sam again, but think I may have pushed him away when I wouldn't let him walk me home. However we did text a little back and forth this weekend.

I went to Riot Fest this weekend which is a 3 day punk festival in Chicago. I lamented how TAB and I were supposed to meet up for that, but I still had blast and was transported back to high school when I used to go to punk shows at the Milk Bar constantly.

Things are getting better with the roomie, although she's not that neat and things still annoy me and I spend much more time in my bedroom than I used to.

This is just a short catch- up as I'm procrastinating reading my book club book for our meeting tomorrow even though there is no way I'm going to finish it in time. Right now it's feeling like homework I can't bring myself to do.

Til next time...!

Can't stop, won't stop.

Ahhhhh. I just have such a mishmash of things to tell you. So I'll just jump right in.

1) Bran. What can I say? I hung out with him on Thursday night. We watched the first half of the Broncos/Ravens game at my house then went to a bar for the second half. I know I said I wasn't going to do this. And I ignored his texts as long as I could, I did, but he's just so hot. Sitting at the bar, resting my hand on his long, muscular thigh hiding beneath those jeans makes me feel all tingly inside. Plus, he likes me. He couldn't be worse news though. There is a Jekyll and Hyde aspect to him. He thinks I have 3 different personalities (he hasn't told me what they are yet but I'll let you know) but I think he has 2 main ones: normal polite guy and crazy S&M psycho. We had a fun night. Until we got back to my place. Which was still fun until something happened. I don't really feel comfortable giving the details, but lets just say something we had talked about previously that I feel adamant on was once again an issue and instead of being cool about it he acted pissed off and left, barely even saying goodbye. No kiss on the cheek, no "It's cool." I laid on the bed and watched him get his things on, then walk out the door and it made me feel like shit. I don't understand. Totally unreasonable. I was so upset that I wrote him a semi-emotional text that now I'm embarrassed about. It said: I wish you would have been nicer to me just then. I know u wont say sorry but I hope you understand.

He has not replied. And, you know what, I would STILL see him again! Yes, I want him and I don't care.

2) That pilot. The one I kept running into that day who lives a block away from me? Yeah, he flew me from Jax-Ord. A flight I only got on because it was 40 min late. He was the pilot. He walked right past me in the terminal and slipped right up into the jetway. I went up to the cockpit and tapped him on the shoulder. He was on the phone and was nice and just kinda pointed to his phone and said we'd talk after the flight. So after the flight I went back up to talk to him and he was on the phone again. So I just said "bye, it was good to see you." And he basically just apologized for being on the phone again. Over it. 

3) Jacksonville. I had a big drunk night out and ran my stupid mouth about shit I shouldn't and feel stressed about it. I also stayed over at that guy's condo and have decided that's the last time. Over it.

4) I have a new roommate. I hate it. She has bad taste and keeps fucking with my decor and I don't know what to do about it. She leaves the AC on all day. Over it. 

5) Mom's retrospective art show. Moving and nostalgic. Was taken aback by all the people. Feel like her friends must think I'm cold, but honestly was just trying not to get emotional and felt overwhelmed by it all. I loved seeing her paintings from other people's collections that I'd never seen before. I was so touched by the whole thing and it was nice to see all of mom's people I hadn't seen in awhile. The only thing missing was her.