underpants Posted February 26, 2008 Posted February 26, 2008 Reminds me of Dad. I was thinking of Tigger.
directx Posted February 26, 2008 Posted February 26, 2008 It is funny to see pictures of myself back then. I hid behind black clothes sized xxl to hide my 100 lb young body. What an idiot I was. Hi Unders!!! I'd love to see those pics!
directx Posted February 26, 2008 Posted February 26, 2008 When is picture night on LS? Don't you already have one up? Besides, I need some warning. My pic has changed much.
Author e.clipse Posted February 29, 2008 Author Posted February 29, 2008 okay, i think this sour chapter, The Public Encounter, of my dysfunctional love-life has ended. here's what happened: on the night that i saw him at the restaurant/pub, we ended up talking outside for a few minutes. i told him i missed him, and we ended up kissing. before he left, since his friend was waiting in the car, he told me to call him sometime, which turned into the set time of, "Yea, in about an hour." and i did. and we talked for a bit. he was being pretty nice, actually. he told me he missed me because it is hard, if not impossible, to miss someone you spent so much time with, and especially if it was someone you loved. (yes, i noticed the past tense.) we talked some more, and i ended up going over to his place. it was awkward, especially since all of my things were still there, where they last were. i just ended up sitting on his bed for a while, neither of us saying anything, until he finally asked, "Oh...what do you want from me? Why are you here, at 2AM, sitting on my bed...?" right before plopping himself down on the mattress. of course i just said, "i don't know. why did you pick me up, at 2AM, so i could come here to sit on your bed?" he shrugged. i asked him to get up so i could give him a hug, because i was sleepy, so perhaps that meant it was time for me to go. and he did but he wasn't getting up, so i ended up falling asleep there. it sucks because it was so nice. he tossed and turned about 50 times, just like always. but it was sad in that when ever he'd roll to the other side, he'd wake up, briefly, and roll back to where i was. i don't even know how it happened, honestly, but when we woke up, at around 6AM, we were holding hands. ha. sigh. anyway, he drove me back home. before i got out, i told him to call me sometime, but he told me to call him later. love you, kiss, bye! and i did. again. but this time he was cold and distant. just like nothing had happened. so, i wasn't talkative or cheery or anything, and it was pretty obvious. we talked for a few minutes, only, and then hung up. i just said i'd give him a call sometime, but he said that i should just call him later this week. after the last "talk," i honestly didn't really want to because i was scared it was just going to be the same. and well, in that case, for what, you know? so, i put it off until last night. i called him. he didn't answer. in a way, i was relieved because that meant i could just leave a voicemail. and i did. i just told him it was me (duh) and asked him to call me back. he hasn't yet and i doubt that he will. but in a way, it's alright. well, at least in that i am off the hook, per se. if he calls me, he calls me; if he doesn't, he doesn't. either way, it's not up to me anymore. so i can just go carry on in the same way i was before. /end.
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