Last night at the Half Door, I sort of swooped in and stole away that big hunk of a military man from another girl.
I’m a home-wrecker, a succubus.
The girl, Mary, kept looking at me like I was a pariah and I didn’t understand why at first, but then I saw myself as she did – A slutty vixen. Honestly, it felt good and bad at the same time. Ultimately, I ended up feeling guilty for being liked. I just wanted to make friends, not boyfriends.
Sarah introduced me to Mary and John, and I naturally slipped into conversation with them. John, the hunky military man, took a liking to me and we chatted while Mary chatted with Sarah.
I had no idea Mary liked him – no clue. And I wasn’t even flirting. I was just being me.
John – “Melanie’s awesome! We need to invite her into our little group.”
Mary smiled and agreed.
Mary and John are members of an online meet-up group. Their meet-up group is not an online dating service where strangers hook up for a quick romantic tryst, no. I like to think of it as an instant friends group – just add beer and they fluff up to talk, or sing karaoke with you.
I never heard of this before and became interested to know more about it.
Mary – “Tomorrow is movie night at my house. You’re welcome to come! And I really want to sing karaoke tomorrow, too.”
My ears perked up. Movie and karaoke?! Hell yes! She’s a cute girl, completely normal in every way – and fun to boot. I wondered why someone like her would need an instant friends group. And John is completely normal, a great talker. Why would he need instant friends? I’m assuming that these people like to drink. Alcohol plays a big part in their daily congregations.
Mary watched John and I talk. The more she watched, the drunker she became. She went to dance with Sarah and after five minutes came back to get John to dance. Unfortunately, it was bad timing because he was trying to find me on facebook.
John – “It won’t let me find you. I have bad service or something.”
Mary – “Come on and dance with us!”
John sat there staring into his phone, oblivious to Mary.
Me – “He’s trying to find me on facebook.”
She walks away. I was already making drama with my instant friends and it was only an hour into our relationship.
I asked John – “Is anything going on with you and Mary?”
He smiles big and says he’s completely single, but she has a crush on him.
Me – “Oh no, I’ve been talking to you for so long. She’s probably mad.”
John – “You’re awesome! I WANT to talk to you. Mary will understand.”
The bar starts closing, Sarah was talking to a random guy, Mary was clearly inebriated.
John – “I’m sending you the link to our group tomorrow.”
Mary – “All we do all day is have orgies. Day in day out, orgies.”
Me – “Noooooo…….”
I’m hoping no. I’m not judging anyone who has orgies, it’s just not my thing. I don’t think I could ever be the same after a group of people have their way with me.
Then Mary told John she thought he was weird, but she still liked him. Rule number one when trying to score with someone; NEVER say to them you think they’re weird. You can get away with calling your friends weird – that’s normal, but don’t call a guy you like, weird. Guys are looking to be around girls that can understand them.
I understand guys, I don’t know how or why, but I do.
Anyway, I don’t know about this instant friends thing. The idea is awesome, but I feel like I don’t have time. And I don’t want to get in the habit of drinking every night of the week as I’ve done so in the past.
Summer is making me nuts. I can’t concentrate, I can’t think straight. Guhhh, what the hells wrong with me? I’m so freaking tired.
I had a scare today while driving on the on-ramp to get on the highway. I had a heart palpitation. I used to get them all the time when I was younger, but never like this. It lasted for a few long seconds. There was a fluttering that felt like a butterfly got trapped inside one of my ventricles. I got dizzy, shortness of breath – I remained calm and calculated each symptom on severity. I tried to take in deep breaths.
One symptom that I never read about, or experienced, was a feeling of hot pressure emanating from my frontal lobe. Not a headache, but pressure. That frightened me the most. I thought about pulling over, but I was scared to indulge in my fright for fear it wouldn’t pass. As long as I continued like nothing was happening, I would be fine. Stopping would mean death. I looked to my neighboring car’s driving next to me so I can look for death clues like in the movie Final Destination. One truck had a rickety ladder rattling around in the back that could have easily slid off into my windshield, another car was missing that little door that covers the fuel tank – second time in one day I seen that.
Obviously, I made it home. I made it to subway to get a grinder and then drove home. I’m not looking up what my symptoms mean. Not today anyway.
I was probably dehydrated, and starved. My parents left the house to stay in Atlantic city for a few days, and me being me, I don’t exactly take care of myself when they’re away.
But I’m fine now, no worries. Just super tired.
Jeez it’s late, I didn’t even realize…..
My painting of the kung fu guy is turning out to look sloppy. The paper couldn’t handle the masking fluid, then being drenched and colored on with marker. It might be in shambles, but I’m still going to finish it. You never know.
I feel like lately I’ve been bombarded with a lot of guys asking for my digits. I’m guessing that’s where this drawing is coming from. But I’m to busy these days, really. I’m looking into taking classes in the spring for Chemistry and trigonometry at Naugatuck community college. In the meantime, I’ll stay productive by taking small classes that range from one week to four in Chemistry, calculus and trig at Gateway community college. They’re college prep classes and count as credit.
I think it will be fun. I know how crazy that sounds, but I’m looking forward to it. Maybe my excitement is what’s making my heart skip a beat.
I got to sleep.