April 2, 2013
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I am slacking. Slacker slack slacking.
Let me summar.
March was cold. Wet with snow and windy. I hate the winter and I hate that it sticks around. I don’t understand how Maryland gets these really cold and really hot temperatures. It’s probably all very sciencey and any explanation would go way over my head, but I think that Maryland is located more south than north, so our weather should reflect the temperatures more of Florida than Maine. Right? Right. So go home, winter. You’re drunk.
Last week, I put an end to the boy that I was so hopelessly stringing along. Pity is not a good base to any friendship and when the person you pity does not have a lot of experience with relationships – or is just socially awkward – things are just bound to end badly. He didn’t take it well and he kept asking for a “vote.” It was really frustrating. Idealists do not make for good partners. I should do well to remember that.
Also, the boy that I was sleeping with has pretty much stopped talking to me. Thank goodness. Just in time, in fact. Last night, I found out through a reliable source that he has a reputation for having sex with girls who come into the gym.
Gross.
But I could sense it. I can sense those boys from miles away. I told my friend that he probably sleeps around and I was right. It must be my high school experience that has taught me so well. Or maybe I’m just jaded. However, I am glad that we were both just using each other for sex and that no one got his or her feelings hurt. Hurt feelings are too messy. Clean breaks. Clean. Breaks. He still says hello to me in the gym, though. I would prefer no contact at all, as is my usual rule for those that I’ve hooked up with. Get in, get off, get out, and then never speak of this again.
I’m worse than any boy.
I still love the other boy, though. The tall and blonde one, with his shirt tucked into his pants and his red shoes. I still can’t tell if he’s watching me like I watch him. I’ll probably never know.
And so begins April. It better get warmer. And I better start writing again.
