Oh, I'm afraid I've left something out.

You see, I get it now. I totally see what's going on here, and I have to say I only have myself to blame.

Upon re-reading some recent entries on this here ol' blog, I've realized that I illuded to some things that were completely misunderstood and blown way out of proportion.

First, here's a story that I promised last Sunday.

A couple weeks ago now, I met a boy at a bar, and yadda yadda yadda, then we're laying around naked in my apartment in the middle of the night. He then informs me that he has to work in the morning, and then there was that part where we try and figure out if this is just goodbye, or a see you later. He had a brilliant idea.

"You give m e your number, and we'll pick a day that I'm going to call. I wont call before then, and I wont call after that day."
"'Kay. How about in a week?"

This is my new favorite plan concerning this particular situation. Seriously, it's so awesome. Spread the gospel.

Why is this story important?

1. This is the story I was referring to when I said I had a story planned. It was originally longer, in case you were wondering.

2. When I said "I am optimistic that I might keep my resolutions this year, that I might make a new girlfriend or reconnect with one I miss, that I might have great great sex or sort through those that are deserving of my love and those that are not", I was refering to:
a. "make a new girlfriend or reconnect with one I miss": Specifically, I was refering to Mindy, whom I never see since she moved to the Sunset, and Jordanna, one of the Carnies who now lives in SF. I am terrible with those two, I never call as much as I should. They were part of my New Years Resolutions.
b. "have great great sex": Yes, it's winter, and yes, I'm in a bit of a slump. Every year, I have to have some elaborate plan to jar me from my winter doldrums of celibacy and soberness. This year, I'm thinking airplane sex should cure me. By airplane sex, I mean none other than re-running with someone who lives in another state than I. Think it will work?
c. "sort through those that are deserving of my love and those that are not": Actually, I mostly meant the double-S-dissapear-o-twins: Shaun and Shane. Yes, I was, at tme of writing that post, still holding on to the idea that Shaun and I could somehow rebuild our world. We've done it before, I thought just maybe, it could happen again. As it turns out, the Shaun I knew is gone. Yes, I hate that.

3. When I mentioned that I had a site tracker, and spoke to someone point-blank through the blogosphere, I was talking to the boy who spurned the story. There was no one else I was speaking to. He googled me the morning after, read my blog for about eight and a half minutes, and so logged his IP address amoung those others that visit my blog. On a side note, he has yet to revisit it, and has apparently not seen the hello I left for him. Concerning everything that happened, that might fall under the technical definition of irony.

I hope that clears some things up.

OH!! Oh my god--guess what guys? My three year blogoversary is coming up. Stay tuned.


lisa said...

Shaun is *definitely* NOT getting any ice cream nor sharing a bag. HIGH FIVE!!!!

lisa said...

argh! making an ass out of myself. Why, oh why? don't these things come with breath-o-lyzers?

huntsmanic said...

i blogged this but feel really strongly about it so i'm covering the bases to make sure you stop what you're doing and watch it 2 or 3 times.