I was a bit irritated that Eduard broke the second half of the date, which was to come back to my place. He said he had to be somewhere early tomorrow. How many times did I let him come over, despite my obligations? Harumph. He said, "I'll make it up to you," and I replied, "I know you will." Probably just as well, I'm too full for sex or socializing anyway. One thing that I found humorous was that the waiter at the Indian place, who recognized us, brought the check to me, as I'm usually the one paying. Hahehehahah. Hey, I can be mercenary too: I'm entitled to a good dinner after giving him the best head of his life.
So after the ice cream Eduard walked me back to my car and said he was going to one of his haunts to see a bartender friend of his. Can't come back to my place ... but can go to a bar. Oh-kayyyy. He invited me to come, said they've been asking about me, and I said, somewhat shittily, "Tell them I said hi." My days of hanging around in bars with his drunkard friends are over. What he does with his time is his business and I want no part of it.
I totally have no long-term commitment with Eduard in my heart or mind; does that make me a bad person?
I bought a food processor that should arrive any day now. I'm excited about it. No phone, but a new food processor. My priorities are skewed.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:17 PM
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