sunday ends

In Quick like fashion:

I'm oh so happy....

Why...well theres the visit and revisit of old friends:
What I might have failed to mention in some of these stories is I haven't seen The Prophet and Crew for like 3 years...
these were the boys who knew me as "one of the guys"--a rep I'm still trying to live down, or rather, one that I destoyed thursday as I walked into Distillary.
I must say I had no idea dressing like a girl could make my liqour tab become obsolete. It was like, what do you want to drink, from every one of them, it was the best.
Best yet, is me having to find a dress to compliment the new 14kt gold necklace The Prophet  left me as an upgrade to his dog tags.
hmmmm....
yeah my girls flipped when they saw that one...
"It is illegal for you to get that much ass" says my co-worker when she see's it.
--fellow kindergarten teacher might I add....

but no "ass" given in return, awww, much I'm sure to his sadness....
as I might say to another boys sadness this weekend...

Here's a story, so I haven't seen some of these boys for like 3 years right, well--me showing up looking cute seemed to take its effect, aside from gold "bling" (as the girls put it) I now have a new number in the cell, that yeah well, hmmm, don't know what to do about that.
Anyways, as I keep telling myself everytime my phone rings:  we've been down the friend wanting more road, is it worth it?

But, let me admit the obvious:

I love the fact that The Prophet thinks I'm "more" than a hoodie.
I love the fact that Boy 3yrs ago, "has always wanted me" and is now blowing up my phone
I love the fact that NYC boy still calls me "sweety,"
I love that J makes the time to call me, and even when I don't have the time to return, he'll love me anyway,
I love that My Marine is saving up just to meet me in Chicago, cuz I'll be there,
I love that I have a purple frat cave to hide in when all of the above gets to silly, I'm drunk, or the two have become horridly intertwined and I need escape,  and
I love that even though I have the busiest life in the world sometimes, I make time....
like tonight:
Time to IM, time to take calls, time to eat my left over PF Changs,  sip the last of my red wine,  laugh at the ridiculous amount of TM's left on my phone, blog some, chat some, and wish a silent wish for five more seconds of it for myself and others, but ultimately just being happy.

So lets not think on this but heres what ran through my mind...because J wants  "the whole story,"

(Reminder/ Disclaimer: IF YOU'RE reading  no getting mad--that's the rule--everything in here is just random disclosures of the randomness that is me and my so called life, its funny, it's weird, but most of all it's personal, so again if you know who I'm talking about, well you obviously someone I trust a hell of a lot in, so don't jack that up by being dumb. K-K)
Whole Story:
The Prophet, hopefully will not get mad, but yes, this Boy from 3 years ago is calling.
So here's a question: I don't pursue (or let him pursue) this right because
1. It breaks boy code: 3YRBOY is friends with the Prophet who like loves me enough to buy me gold, and hell I don't hook up with him (yes #3, the question is WHY NOT, but Um, ewe, he's like a brother)....
2. It breaks girl code: I used to be friends with his Girlfreind (Bad juju)
3. Not trying to "Catch Feelings" --It's been my mantra, therefore i should stick to it.
4. Not "Catching Feelings" has been working for me, and if I were to catch feelings I know, you know, i don't like the one boy one night, one boy another night, game. So I stick to the someone that makes me happy, right?

Or--even better, follow my chick book advice, and be happy with my wonderful dynamic sexy self, and he who is "INTO ME" will be the one to make the advances and will make it clear that "he really is into me."

hmmmm. alright J- you're filled in. I think.
From the land of entrapment to the lonelist state, there might be gaps, but that's the gist. drop a comment if you have a question.