my buddy...

Last night I hung out with... yes.. Muscleboy again. He's been texting every day since Saturday and really wanted to hang out again. I guess he really does like me, who knew? We had a great time, went and met a friend up at WestEnd in Lakewood for drinks, and had a few too many there. Then off to the gay bars!

I was drunk, and since Muscleboy is really quite goodlooking, some guys were trying to talk to him. I didn't care at first, but then I was ready to start raging. I began to think about how no one is respectful of anyone, and regardless of the fact that this guy and I aren't even dating, how do they know we aren't? I got pissed when some dudes called him over while we were outside smoking. I yelled some choice phrases and obscenities, and was ready to beat the fuck out of this guy. Muscleboy calmed me down. I told him why I get mad. Its about 20% jealousy and 80% f*ck these douchebags who have no respect for anyone, not even themselves.

I went to the restroom and felt a tap on my shoulder... the two guys that I was yelling at. OH. Shoot. We ended up talking and exchanging numbers, apologizing to each other. I explained where I was coming from. They explained that they weren't doing anything to be jerks (which I don't believe but eh, it is what it is).

Muscleboy stayed the night. We were angels, of course! I swear. I still don't know exactly what the situation is turning out to be. But after waking up with him, going to grab some coffee at Starbucks, and having a good time with him in general, I realized today that I needn't be concerned with where things are headed, or why things go certain ways. Things fall into place the way they're supposed to. No reason to push. I'm having a good time. He wants to hang out again tomorrow.