I lived in Baltimore and worked in DC from September 2005 to about 2 weeks ago. This entailed me taking the MARC commuter train about an hour each way every single day. You can imagine, then, that I had a few days where I was rediculously late. I also had to leave by 4:45ish to catch the the train home. I knew that I would eventaully move to DC, at which point I would be able to wake up at a decent hour (not 6am) and would have the ability to stay at work late if need be. Once I lived in DC, I could actually work 9-5, not 9:12 to 4:47. So I thought.
Last week, I was not on time to work once. Never later than 9:30, but considering I now live 10 blocks - yes, 10 blocks from my office, that's pretty redic. I wake up at 7:30 and I think "Oh, I'm so close, I've got time" and I fall right back asleep. Or, I'll get up on time, but decide to wear the worlds most wrinkled shirt that requires 3 ironings, a steaming and prayer. Or, I'll try to prepare some elaborate ass breakfast, trying to make up for all the mornings when I ate nothing but toothpaste.
And that whole idea that I wouldn't be rushing to leave in the afternoon - all lies. I still try to peace out ASAP. I've got shit to do. Like go to CVS. And run into people that make it a point to avoid my emails...
So about that, there was this guy who I made Friendster friends with and we chatted about this and that. We met up for lunch, had a good time, or at least I thought so. He had a birthday soon after and I called him to wish him a happy birthday and we chatted for a while. He told me his girlfriend was throwing him a party and yadda yadda. Completely normal, right? We had plans to have lunch again after he returned from a 2 week business trip, but that never happened. I sent him a little message on the Friendster, "Hey, how was your trip, lets do lunch." Nothing. I sent maybe 2 more emails that went unreplied and I figured he wasn't so much into being my friend.
Fast forward a few months (Tuesday), and as I am walking home I walk right pass the guy - his office is about 16 to 17 paces away from my apartment. I didn't think he saw me, so I turned right back around because I was going to MAKE that fucker speak to me. Luckily, Josh was walking up the street and as Josh and I made our unnecessarily loud and gay hellos, I made eye contact with the kid, who says "Oh Hey" and he looked AWKWARD. I simply said "good to see you" and kept on walking, hand in hand with my Joshie.
So what the fuck? The weird thing is, this wasn't even remotely a dating capacity. It would make sense, sorta, if he decided he didn't want to date me and he just stopped contacting me. I mean, it would be a bitch move, but it happens all the time. But this... this is odd. Josh thinks I should have called him out right there on the street in front of the gays and homeless people. That would have been embarrassing. But I'm over it. I was never angry, just perplexed. Oh well.