Back to square one
You know I was doing so well on that self-respect thing....sigh.
Well, suffice to say I need to slow down on the boozing cuz I'm forgetting far too much of my evenings. And allowing far too much misbehaving.
Though, I'm ok with the booze, but just not with my complete inability to stay away from Timbuctoo. I knew I'd be seeing him at the pub on Friday. And things were totally cool...but then me and my pals went to a BBQ which he came to later...which was still not an issue until there was this time when I followed Timbuctoo into the bathroom and we closed the door for about 30 seconds.....yeesh. Seriously. I'm better than this. It wouldn't have been a big deal if one of his drunken friends hadn't noticed...yeesh.
And then. And then. Walking home. Armette, Junior, Timbuctoo and me. And I end up a bit of a ways back with Timbuctoo and we're sorta trying to lose Armette and Junior but it doesn't work...I'm pretty sure that's partially cuz Armette wants to flirt with Timbuctoo (though she's engaged)...anyway, what I did do and shouldn't have done is tell Timbuctoo to just let me go home and then when he loses the other two to come over.
And that's exactly what he did. I didn't think he'd do it. I thiought he'd just go home. But he didn't and boy, another night without sleeping. Problem is that I couldn't very well hide it from roomie again. Not that she didn't already know. The next morning...I had to tell her cuz at some point he had to come out of my room. Sigh. Bad camel. Very, very, very bad camel. This is a really bad thing.
So, the worst of it is that Timbuctoo and me really have a good thing...if not for the fact that he has a girlfriend...of eight years no less...which really amounts to me messing around with a married man. It's so wrong. And it's never happening again.
He's not a bad person, it's obvious. And we are sooo good together. It sucks. I mean he ended up staying at my house all day...until like twenty minutes ago actually...cuz we just didn't want to say goodbye....terrible. And we talk about all kinds of things...including his girlfriend. Which I will have more to say about later...sigh. Bad, bad camel. Very, very bad camel.
Well, suffice to say I need to slow down on the boozing cuz I'm forgetting far too much of my evenings. And allowing far too much misbehaving.
Though, I'm ok with the booze, but just not with my complete inability to stay away from Timbuctoo. I knew I'd be seeing him at the pub on Friday. And things were totally cool...but then me and my pals went to a BBQ which he came to later...which was still not an issue until there was this time when I followed Timbuctoo into the bathroom and we closed the door for about 30 seconds.....yeesh. Seriously. I'm better than this. It wouldn't have been a big deal if one of his drunken friends hadn't noticed...yeesh.
And then. And then. Walking home. Armette, Junior, Timbuctoo and me. And I end up a bit of a ways back with Timbuctoo and we're sorta trying to lose Armette and Junior but it doesn't work...I'm pretty sure that's partially cuz Armette wants to flirt with Timbuctoo (though she's engaged)...anyway, what I did do and shouldn't have done is tell Timbuctoo to just let me go home and then when he loses the other two to come over.
And that's exactly what he did. I didn't think he'd do it. I thiought he'd just go home. But he didn't and boy, another night without sleeping. Problem is that I couldn't very well hide it from roomie again. Not that she didn't already know. The next morning...I had to tell her cuz at some point he had to come out of my room. Sigh. Bad camel. Very, very, very bad camel. This is a really bad thing.
So, the worst of it is that Timbuctoo and me really have a good thing...if not for the fact that he has a girlfriend...of eight years no less...which really amounts to me messing around with a married man. It's so wrong. And it's never happening again.
He's not a bad person, it's obvious. And we are sooo good together. It sucks. I mean he ended up staying at my house all day...until like twenty minutes ago actually...cuz we just didn't want to say goodbye....terrible. And we talk about all kinds of things...including his girlfriend. Which I will have more to say about later...sigh. Bad, bad camel. Very, very bad camel.
posted by Camel at 9:41 p.m.
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You're way too good to me.
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