Weekend, Part II. Summer Sun.

I think I did a fairly good job of moving on and having a good time this weekend after running into Kevin. I spent Saturday out in Lakeway at this FAB-ulous house overlooking the lake. This guy (I haven't come up with a moniker for him yet) invited me out to his friend's house to enjoy the summer sun, a nice pool, and a good BBQ.

It was good times. The house was gorgeous. The pool was nice and cool. And the guys were funny and hilarious. It was interesting. I spent the day trying to be cute, charming, and funny. I think I pulled it off. It was a little challenging at times, though, cuz this guy's friends kept asking me all sorts of questions. I know they were just doing the "friend inspection," but it's been a while since I've felt so under the microscope.

At one point while I was reapplying my sunscreen, I got asked if I was datable. "Huh???" was my reply. I don't remember exactly how he phrased his follow-up question, but he basically wanted to see if I was emotionally available for a relationship. I didn't know how to respond. I still don't. Eh.... schmee.

When I got home, I was drained. I love hanging out by water during the summer, but it always takes so much out of me.

I'm slowly but surely getting some color to my "sensitive alabaster skin." Hopefully it'll be enough by the time I head out to the desert at the end of August.

Weekend, Part I. I thought I was ready.

I'll admit that I've thought about it. I mean, it was bound to happen eventually. He did live here his entire life before moving away, and he still has a lot of friends here. Not to mention family. I thought I was ready for it. I was wrong.

I ran into Kevin over the weekend.

It happened so quickly. I was walking out of a bar with some friends. As I rounded the corner, there he was, coming in. We made eye contact. I turned my head and continued walking out. Suddenly it all came rushing back. The anger. The confusion. The love.

My friends immediately saw the change in my behavior. We got to another bar, and shots were ordered. Ahhh... the wonders of dulling the senses with alcohol. I get a text. At first I thought it was another friend of mine that I was supposed to be meeting out. It wasn't. It was him.

It was a short and simple message. "yeah... but i hope you're well." My first thought? "What the fuck does 'I don't ever want to talk to you again.' mean to you, fuckhead?!?!?!"

It's odd how things that happen in just a matter of seconds can affect you for such a long time after. The rest of my weekend was under a haze from this. I thought I would be a bit more blase about this. Er... I wanted to be. In the end, I still feel for him.