OMG. I'm kind of drunk right now. And I didn't mean to get drunk. But I was eating leftover wings, and all I had to drink was bottled water, or wine. So I opened this bottle of sparkling wine that Brandon and I bought about a week ago, and I poured myself a glass. I figured, what the hell? And the wings were a bit spicey, so I ended up chugging my first glass, and then my second, and well...here I am! Drunk! Hahaha.
So I'm pretty buzzed, chatting on Facebook, and guess who messages me?
You guys probably don't remember him, but back when we met, I referred to him as The Good Guy. We actually "met" on a dating website, and he knew Bethany. Well, every now and then, he comes into my bar, or we run into each other. I've just never mentioned it before, cuz I never thought it was really relevant. Ya know? But tonight, he sent me a FB chat message, and when I went ot write back, he had signed off. So I texted him.
Me: You hung up on me!
TGG: My computer is being a biatch. Whats up?
Me: I dunno, you messaged me!
TGG: Yea, I was looking forward to some FB chat but alas, my computer is ridiculous. Just sayin hey.
Me: Ah...yes. FB chat is my only form of entertainment at my new place till the cable gets set up.
TGG: Where's your new place?
TGG: Cool. I'm still at the same place. This is gonna sound weird, but I had a dream about you last night.
Me: Aaahahaha! About what?
(Ten minutes goes by...)
Me: Comeon...The suspense is killing me!
TGG: The fact that I'm not going to tell you what the dream was about will probably give you a good idea of what was involved. So yea... It was interesting.
Me: OMG. WE HAD DREAM SEX!?
TGG: Lol yes. We did. I woke up as surprised as you are.
Me: Surprised and satisfied! Haha. You know what that means, right?
TGG: It means I woke up with a boner and had to pee really bad.
Me: Lmao, Well yes, but it also means you have deep rooted sexual frustration that you secretly want to take out on me.
(Several minutes go by...)
Me: [TGG]. There's no need to be embarassed. We're both consenting adults. Lol.
TGG: Ah! I just got every text back to back all at once. now my phone is being a bitch.
Me: Man...technology must really be out to get you.
TGG: Yep. Well FYI, you were a good lay in the dream. Just sayin...
Me: Lol. Well FYI, I'm not just good in dreams. Just sayin...
TGG: So what are you saying, Peyton? I'm listening.
Me: Well...I thought I was being pretty clear. Heh.
TGG: I'll keep that in mind. I'm just chilling at my place by the way.
Me: Oh really? Same here.
TGG: Feeling froggy? Why don't you jump on over here?
Me: While that is rather tempting, I am covered in paint and in desperate need of a shower. Lol. I had to repaint/clean my old apt today. So I'm going to request a raincheck. And I don't mean "i'mblowingyouoffandcallingitaraincheck", I mean an actual raincheck.
TGG: Ok cool stuff. I'll take a raincheck. On that note, though, I must depart and call it a night. We'll chat soon though.
Me: Very well then. Hopefully I'll make another appearance in your dreams. ;)
That concluded our conversation. And reading it back, I almost feel ashamed at my tipsy, randy self, but oh well! It was fun!
And who knows what may happen. A rebound may commence...
Although, unfortunately, I do have to give you all a Brandon update.
Saturday night, I was in a really good mood at work again, because Todd played really good in his game, and I got to watch most of it.
Anyways, Brandon got to work 2 hours after me, and I ignored him, as usual. But around last call, the lights came on, and I was closing out a tab, and he walks up right night to me at the computer.
"So you're not gonna talk to me tonight either?" He asked.
"Nope." I said, as I swiped the credit card.
"Because I have nothing to say to you." The stupid credit card wouldn't go through!
"Well I just want to talk to you about-"
"I don't care. I'm not going to waste any more time, effort, or words on you, Brandon. Just leave me alone." I grabbed the check presenter and made for the other computer, since that one wasn't working anyway.
He followed me!
I don't know what he was saying, because I wasn't listening, but he was hissing in my ear, stuff about our relationship, that he wanted to talk about.
I physically pushed him away from me.
"Leave me alone! If you wanna go fuck other girls, that's your business, but I don't want to hear about it." I walked off again. By this time, I was starting to get upset. He was still following me.
When I got to the other end of the bar, I asked Mark to please tell Brandon that I now was not the time or place to talk to me.
Mark looked up from what he was doing, glanced over at Brandon, and nodded.
But Brandon still persisted!
"It's not about other girls!" He said.
My eyes were flooding with tears, and my face was hot with anger.
I just can't deal with this. Especially not now, I thought.
Magically, Mr. S. appeared at the end of the bar. I hurried over to him.
"Could you please tell Brandon to leave me alone. I can't deal with this right now." I pleaded to him, tears starting to spill over.
He looked sympathetic.
"Come over here. You can go to the back bar. We'll send Sierra up front." He said.
I had to walk back past Brandon to leave the bar. I was so upset at him for doing this to me, now at work, and for almost making me cry, in front of everyone! I shoved him as hard as I could up against the beer cooler.
"You're a piece of shit!" I yelled over the loud music as I stormed off.
The rest of the night went by without incident.
I still don't understand why he's doing this to me.
I just want to move on!
Maybe The Good Guy will be a nice distraction, or even a rebound.
I'm getting a bikini wax Wednesday. ((Sigh))
Perhaps I'll give him a call...