“i’m in love with a jersey girl.”

12Oct09

at first i thought this blog was just going to be a recap of my men mess-ups over the past 25 years – but luckily (or maybe not), the stories keep coming and i’m able to make some of my posts current.

i can’t make any of this shit up that you’re about to read…

friday night i went to see bruce springsteen with one of my best friends from college. (she reads this blog – hi!) bruce was supposed to be the only man in my life that night. but of course, in my world, nothing ever happens as planned.

i failed to mention that at junior high’s birthday party last weekend, i ended the night talking to some guy who works with someone i know from college. i didn’t (and still really don’t) think he was worth my precious blog space. if memory serves me well, we literally just talked. i don’t recall any major flirting, at least on my behalf. the guy (blog nickname: kid from bday party) asked me for my number at the end of the night. i gave it to him, whatever. he texted me that night to say it was nice to meet me. i saved his number in my phone as “kid from junior high’s bday” because i couldn’t remember his name. i still don’t know it.

on friday at work i looked at my phone and to my surprise, kfbp texted me to see what i was up to this weekend. (ps there was typos in the text. i don’t do typos.) i waited, like, hours to text him back because i didn’t care. here’s what essentially happened when i finally did text him back:

me: “bruce concert, homecoming, sisters birthday. you?”

him: “i’m at the bruce concert too! where are your seats?”

me: “section 311. you?”

him: “general admission. we’re in parking lot 5f if you want to hang out.”

me and my friend were coincidentally sitting in car in, you guessed it, section 5f. i don’t even remember what kfbp looks like and there was no way in hell i was going to hang out with him. that would be leading him on and even i’m not that mean. however, to save myself, since i didn’t really know any other parking lot numbers to lie to him, i texted him back once we got in the stadium. he continued to text me during the show, even asking me if i wanted to meet up later. cause i love nothing more than a parking lot shenanigans, and all.

my friend and i were sitting in our seats waiting for the show to start when my facebook notification goes off on my blackberry. guess who decided to make an appearance that night?! mr. new years! taa daa! he commented on my bruce facebook status that he was at the concert, too. fml.

i don’t really understand why nye thinks that him and i can just be friends again. like i don’t get why he thinks it’s okay to write on my facebook wall when he’s not even that nice to me. just because we were cordial when we hung out at our friend’s birthday party two weeks prior, does not make it okay. he gets to me too much to keep coming in and out of my life.

here is exactly what went down. nye is black, i’m red:

i don’t know if he was drunk or not. he was with him mom, so i don’t know. but regardless, take note of 1) how quickly he responded to each comment and 2) how he brought up tailgating out of nowhere. which makes me conclude that 1) he loves me or 2) he loves to fuck with me.

between the two guys, the whole concert all i kept thinking was “i need to find the bruce to my patti.” (if you don’t get that reference, shame on you.)

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