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At my sister's volleyball tournament. She's score keeping, so it's okay if I write.
As a matter of fact, I should. Life is so fun and interesting.
Especially lately.
Now, this is going to be all over the place, but here it goes. :)
So, last night as per EVERY FRIDAY night, we're at the Brick.
So common is this,  I know the bartender by name.
He always adds a little more, and in gratitude he is well tipped and provided with drinks by my hospitality. :)
So...At the brick with 2 minutes to drink at happy hour prices. (No sense buying drinks at full price when you can get them for 2 dollars.) I buy three rounds in advance-- a common Friday night practice Mr. Bartender introduced me into.
So, again... at the Brick. Liquor purchased, and life is good. Then, for the second time this week as I am re-asserting my ability to live ~single, happy, and non dependent on Him~ I see yet another Boy in Blue!!!
 This time; none other than Someone i've been dying to catch up with.
Alas. Like the night just before he too is accompanied by a female.
Now, learning from Thursday I choose not to approach or greet.
Here's the story and the lesson learned:
Just the night before, I'm out at some GHETTO bar --praying no one will recognize me. I'm doing well, and with bills dropped and smiles exchanged at Security, the line that was 100+ people long and a 2 hour wait is suddenly shortened, disregarded or just simply ignored for the crew that I'm rolling with.
NICE-- to say the least.
So as I'm "Showing them how I do it" and "Backing my a$$ in to it," across the floor I catch a familiar eye. I walk over to show my remembrance and luv.
No sooner than I'm exchanging hello's and how've you beens than girl and her friend approach me.
The "who are you?" and "what are you doing talking to my man" look is given. And her being a big girl, yeah I'm scarred.
I explain, I'm an old house mate of long ago and how in a different life I was a friend of Her mans Fraternity house. I explain, "I love these boys" --I relay to Boy in Blue --9, that my numbers the same, I wish them all my love, and that if they need ANYTHING, they've always got me. Hugs were exchanged, and under the watchful eye of Big girl, I made my way to the dance floor, remembering how much I once felt like a family....Awww, lets all sigh now....
So there it is. Moral of the story: you can't go talking to boys you once knew...

In recent related events, got my stalker still keeping in touch.
Trip to clovis was bomb.
Winner of the hot body contest came and gave me his number, which was cute. Courage-- the dog? Brothers were sloppy over me. That was cute and "DISTURBING."

So back to this week...Jamaican boy wanted me at ghetto club on Thursday. Friday, I was being harassed by localness. I guess its good to know I'm still attractive to some.

Speaking of hottness: hot men at the volley tourn I'm at now, and I mean-- damn Gina.
If I didn't leave this morning at 3 this morning shuddering from utter satisfaction,  I might be tempted.
Fact of the matter though, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. My hair is still tangled...lol.
Besides, apparently-- despite this being an open relationship--as he bit my lower lip he made it a point to mention : "These belong to me."
Yeah, honey.  They do--Along with my heart. Too bad He won't take ownership over that.