Sorry for the delayed posting but I have been a bit under the weather the past few days and I've literally been running around like a crazy person today at work. (I have an update on the job front btw...will fill you in later.) So, depsite being sick, I decided I was going to not only drag myself to Homecoming with Jersey but then go out, in the rain, to Long Beach for the Irish festival on Saturday night. Becuase it was pooring, I didn't get there until almost 6:00 and when I arrived at my friend's house, they were all coming back. To give a little background information, Irishfest in LB starts around 12 with a parade and lasts until you pretty much stumble out of the bar and find your way home. So, by 6:00, my friends had pretty much had enough. So, I was a little bummed...but whatever.
When I was in grad school, and living with Mr. Met, I had a friend named Gee who was in all my classes with me. Naturally we studied together and so forth. Mr. Met thought I was cheating on him with Gee but that was never the case. I have very little interest in Gee in that way. However, Gee has always asked me out...and I always just avoided the issue. It's been a little over 2 years since I had seen him, so I figured the coast would be clear for me to meet him at Irishfest. I. WAS. WRONG. The moment I met up with him (sans friends because they were already drunk...) it was like a set up. Some of his family was there and they were telling me about what a great guy he is...so loyal...so thoughtful... Great... Gee is 34...which, I like to date older guys...but that is just a little extreme to me. What do you think? He is not horrible looking but it loseing his hair and has some knee and shoulder issues which he is having surgery on. In addition, he also informed me that he was just fired from his job. (No, not laid off...fired.) So... The night continued and we went to a bar his friend was bartending at. He told me about 5 times how he couldn't beleive I'd actually come out...and how I'm the prettiest girl in the bar..told me how I'm so much smarter than him and how he would never deserve a girl like me...told me that I underestimate myself and I take myself for granted and he apparently used to get very angry with me when I was with Mr. Met. So whole thing was just odd...but I could handle it until we met up with his friends who started asking me when we were getting married. I draw the line.
So, I drank a little much...not exessive or anything just didn't feel comfortable driving with all the cops around...so I ended up hanging out for a few hours. The night just got weirder and weirder when he started kissing my cheeks and poking me in the stomach...he even got me on the lips a few times...I dunno. I really dig this dude as a friend but have no interest him relationship wise, sexually...nothing.
Tonight he has now asked me to come hang out at a bar that Mr. Met frequents. I had originally (at the beginning of the night) told him I would come...but now I feel like I should blow it off! 1.) I don't want to run into Mr. Met with the guy he thought I was cheating on him with and 2.) I don't want to lead him on to think this is something more than what it is...which is just old friends catching up. I think I should just nip it in the bud right now and tell him I'm not interested in him like that...uhg...I just can't win.