Even just going out without the promise that there will be a lot of sex afterwards is weird. Something about this logic seems flawed, but oh well, it's me. So, my old neighbor from when I was young add me on FaceBook. The last time I remember seeing him I was like 15 or 16 years old, and he was higher than a motherfucker. After adding him, I see that he is now clean, and sober, and trying to better his life. Makes me happy, I always love when others do well. He hit me up a day or so after I added him, asking about life, and my family, and finally drops a number and says too give him a call if I wanted to chill or anything. Obviously I did. He was always nice, and a very sweet guy.
Funny shit on how he found me on FaceBook though. One of my Italian fuck buddies was bitching about me not hitting him up when I was "told to" and misspelled patience. My old neighbor (he is German, to my knowledge, with the most adorable, big blue eyes) corrected his spelling in a comment. I was annoyed that he was bitching about ME in his status, seeing the amount of times he has blown me off, that I didn't even bother to see who insulted him, just liked the comment in spite of him.
Now, what I honestly don't understand about guys, is how the fuck their logic works. I mean, if you have an answer for me, please, drop it in a comment. Someone explain to me why it's okay for you to make "Ohh, I'd fuck her" comments about my friends to me, but when I even MENTION a friend of yours, whom you haven't seen for years, it becomes an issue? Why is THAT when you choose to be possessive? Because seeing that hypocritical, double standard is the most unattractive thing in the world to me.
So, me and my old neighbor when to the movies tonight. First we got Chinese food, talked about life, and whatnot, then walked over to the theater. We saw This Means War, my choice, mostly because I enjoy making guys sit through chick flicks. It was good, actually, and he didn't mind it too much. He's actually a lot smarted than I would have imagined, probably because I don't remember him ever being sober. He wants to go back to school, and be a drug counselor, which I think is lovely. All in all a good day. He walked with me home, as the theater is right down the street.
Now I just dread the "You went out with WHO?!" texts I'm about to get from some of my fuck buddies. If we just fucked, I would have gotten shit, but the fact that we went out out will drive them all insane. It's like when I decide to stop being a shallow bitch, and maybe grow up a little bit, everyone decides they actually want to do something with their lives and have a real relationship. Sigh. It's all so stupid, haha.
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