silver4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Redecorating? Yesterday, 2:45 a.m. I'm waning in and out of sleep on my living room couch, watching some movie. I had been completely asleep but woke up maybe thirty minutes earlier, just because my body hates me sometimes and I just wake up. Much like right now. There are loud footsteps outside my door and then a pause. Then pounding knocking on the door. Wtf? I wonder is it my sister? Or a random weirdo freak to ignore? I look out the peephole and it's my upstairs neighbor, E, who I have wine nights with every now and then. I open the door and she's like "I can't get in...I just can't get in! I'm sooo glad you answered!" and I wave her in. Apparently she had been out clubbing, she didn't have her apartment key, and her husband (who we later find out was out trying to meet up with her at the club) wasn't answering the door. She is also a drunken mess. She's so happy to be indoors and keeps repeating herself like drunken people do, and plops herself and her glittery gold dress onto my black papasan chair. Well, now it sparkles. She tells me her story, she left her car at the hotel/casino and took a cab (thankfully!) but then didn't know what to do because she couldn't get in and didn't bring her house key (because "you can only bring so many things to a club" which, for me, generally includes a house key). I told her to lay down and that she was obviously sleeping over. She plops onto my nice comfortable microfiber suede futon with her glitter and her boots... Umm "why don't you take off your shoes? Get comfortable!" "Oh, thank you!" and I take them to the front of the apartment where shoes belong. I give her a blanket and a glass of water, she talks for about five minutes and passes out. Well, I can't sleep because I turn into drunken guest mode and although I try to sleep, I am kept aware of her presence and I want to make sure she's fine or I want to jump up to throw her a trash if she has to let something out. It also doesn't help that every move she makes, these dangle bracelets that she's wearing make sooo much noise. I think, why doesn't she take them off?? If it's loud to me, it has to be right in her ears. But nope, they remain. And to top it off, she makes all these groaning sounds as she sleeps. She gets up at some point to pee and almost topples over the couch, and manages to undress into her underclothes and crawl back onto the couch to sleep. Okay. That's cool. I finally pass out around 5:30-6:00 and wake up at 7:30 :( I stay quiet because she is sleeping, but around 8:30 I'm over it and ready for coffee. I see she is messing with her phone, so I offer her some. I make the coffee, she is covered in my blanket and is like "omg, I must've stripped in my sleep!" I say it's okay, I didn't notice, and that she is with a friend so no worries. I am in the kitchen and she gets redressed, and then I hear an "oh no!" I come out and she looks mortified. She is standing up staring at the couch and there is a significant, huge puddle. Her face is laced with horror. I ask if it is wet, she says yes. I say it's okay, because I have a five-year warranty to get it cleaned from the furniture store company. And besides, the damage is done, and I'm sure it has seeped on down into the fabric. The poor girl is terrified and offers to buy me a new couch, and says she has a rug doctor machine to clean it out. I say okay to the machine, no to the new couch. That's what the warranty is for. I tell her to just drink her coffee, she's been through enough and I dont want to embarrass her any further than she already has herself. So eventually she goes back home, I try to clean it up a little but I just...ugh. She and her husband return later with the machine to clean it out, and they are so apologetic and grateful that I am so gracious about it. They said to feel free to pee all over their couch one day. And I called the furniture store and set up an appointment to get it cleaned, first available is almost the end of march. Bleh. At least it's cool now, but it will never be the same haha... Aside from that, it looks as if i am becoming the infatuated fool I hate to become. This guy, ML (who I can now mention I suppose), had basically captured my heart the moment I first saw him. However, I didn't find it wise to tell him so, understandably. Happens to be a patient. Probably not cool to have your dentist hit on you. But I was cool with handling my business and treating him like everyone else, and secretly pining for him and covering up my heart each time he'd come in. My assistant would chat with him when I was busy elsewhere and get info from him. Single, no kids, works a lot, goes to the gym a lot, 29. Perfect. Convenient. I try to talk to him like a normal person but honestly, I can't shake my attraction to him. And he is just a basic guy, not like super gorgeous. Slender, just over my height (5'6" ish), none of those lovely arm muscles I crave. Just some basic average guy...who i can't get past. So a couple weeks ago he came in, we talked, blah blah, he left. And then I said fuck it. I have to call him. I can't take it anymore. So I took his number from his records and called and asked him out. And he said he wanted to ask for my number but that he was too shy. And we've been talking ever since. He is really as normal and basic as they come. Work, gym, home. Family. No pets. Kind of like me with the clubs. Loves food. Blah blah. But I am infatuated. I try to play it down so as to not scare the guy off, but in my mind I'm going to marry this guy dammit. And I don't talk marriage. I am the hard core, mentally stable (meh...generally. Aside from my R drama all throughout dental school), non-romantic voice of reason, collecting bridesmaids dresses. But I decided that he has to marry me. There is no other choice. Okay, well...there is a choice. But it is settled in my head so now he just has to fall in love with me. Easy enough? Hah. Okay. I must try to sleep again before work. 3:57 a.m. - 2012-02-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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