new orleans...

so, one of steve's friends is coming to new orleans with us...

me: "i'd better tell jules!"
steve's friend: "why's she gonna care?"
me: "uhm, because we're all sharing a room, so you guys might end up having to share a bed." (sorry, jules! last minute thing!)
SF: "we'll have to talk about that."
me: "you're more than welcome to share a bed with steve!"
SF: "uhm, no..."
me: "ooookay... i guess we'll have to talk about it later."

so, am i to assume (with my powerful skills of deduction) that i'm supposed to share a bed with him? lessee, he doesn't want to share a bed with julia or steve... and i'm the only one left... hrmmmmm... i guess someone's getting a cot! and it's not steve, me, or julia...

yeah, he's smokin' some good ass shit and he's not sharing with me. (the shit or the bed)

i don't think i'd care so much except he used to have this weird, unhealthy crush on me. he totally tried to cockblock steve so we couldn't get together and shit. it's a good thing that i'm an expert stalker. otherwise, i wouldn't have had steve for my very own. muuuwahahahahahahaha!

at any rate, he actually had the audacity to tell steve not to hang out with me because he knew steve and i had a lot in common. wtf is wrong with him? and i was NOT leading him on. i would tell him about all the other guys i was seeing, blah, blah... i told him he was just a friend and i was glad i could just talk to him about other boys and stuff... i even told him i wasn't attracted to him.

steve and his friend have been friends for a long time, though. so it's okay. steve and i got married and he and his friend are still friends (obviously)... and basically, steve is the worst friend on the planet. whatever happened to bros before hos, man??? hehehe... i get the distinct feeling, though, that his friend thinks he could get me.

i'm not sure why. i mean, he's a nice enough guy. just not my type. not that i really have a "type," per se. (i hate that term. especially in writing. i don't even know why i used it.) i've gone through probably just about every type possible... except for his type. hehe...

so now (once again - i'm sure i'm making a big deal of nothing because that's what i do) i'm feeling weird. every time he comes by (he works in my building... just a few short cubicle rows away) i don't want to make eye contact or anything. but then i don't want him to think i'm nervous around him because then he'll think i'm attracted to him... so... i just try to keep the conversation short.

i hate being a girl. it sucks. i should've been born a boy. and steve should've been gay. that would be the perfect life.