Is it scamming a guy for beers if he buys you one for making a truly amazing shot in pool and from that point on the bartender assumes that every beer you order is on his tab, without ever informing you of this? I accidentally got a couple freebies last night without knowing it, from a guy I will most likely never see again. I’m not sure if I should feel like a bitch for this one or not. At least I was drinking cheap last night.
xoxo Katie
So “best friend” missed my birthday, and hasn’t been in town since. Well, that’s a lie. He came to town to move out of his place up here, and left me a Facebook message afterwards saying sorry and he didn’t have time to call me while he was here. I was fuming, and every time I try to write back I get mad again, so I haven’t even responded. Oh, when he wrote me the Facebook message he was in New York visiting his ex-girlfriend.
Then, two of my favorite bands, Alkaline Trio and American Steel were playing a private show in San Francisco and I wanted to go soooo badly. I entered the contest to win tickets and made my sister enter to win as well, promising she’d take me if she won. I didn’t. She did. Unfortunately, my dad was in the hospital for a couple of weeks giving the whole family a bit of a scare, so it was a really bad time to skip town. No hot Matt Skiba for me. 
<3 as always, Katie
So we all know the book, and the upcoming movie, and probably even the Sex and the City episode where Burger flat-out tells Miranda her date just wasn’t into her when he said he couldn’t come up because he had to wake up early. Miranda finds this incredible relief from the statement. No worries, no questioning, no second-guessing anything. Freedom from doubt. She ends up telling some random people the same thing and they think she’s some bitch.
So anyway, I’m watching Sienfeld and it’s this episode where Jerry’s car stinks for some reason, and Jerry and Elaine have a conversation about why the guy she’s dating left, saying he had to get up early in the morning. She asks him, “What does that mean?!?” and he replies, “It means he’s lying.”
Simple as that.
She says, “But guys have to wake up early sometimes! Right?”
He says, “No, never.”
End of story. He’s just not that into you is a philosophy that clearly has been around for quite a few years longer than many of us probably thought. Or maybe it’s just me, but I thought it was worth noting.
<3 Katie
Between the baseball game with the piano man, bowling with my best friend, pool with an old friend and the best guy friend, Easter dinner with my family, shopping for furniture with my mom and sister, and drinking with just about everybody I know, it was a pretty cool weekend. Only two things lacking were the environmentalist and best friend!
The environmentalist slept through bowling. I guess she was sick. I didn’t see her or really hear from her at all this weekend. Bes friend! planned to come to town to take me to dinner, but at the very last minute he informed me he never made it back into town.
Otherwise, it was quality time with quality people doing quality activities. So much fun. Now it’s back to the daily grind and all the stress associated with it, but it was nice to absolutely take a break from responsibility for the weekend.
xoxo Katie
Nothing from the massage therapist. Nothing from best friend!, who I pretty much convinced that I’m crazy the other night. Nothing from anyone and everyone.
My birthday is in two days! 
And I’m pretty sure I’m going to do nothing but sit at home alone and drink all day. Although I might wake up early to start drinking; you know, make it an occasion. My best friend is taking me bowling tomorrow afternoon to celebrate. Should be a good time. My mom is buying me a coffee table for my birthday, which will be nice.
I’m pretty much “meh” today.
xoxo Katie
I declare myself so. I ruin everything good.
xoxo Katie
What do you know, after months, I hear from the massage therapist. It was a MySpace message and here’s what it said (basically):
Subject: I owe you an apology
Body: …and more I’m sure. But I have moved and got a new phone, so I don’t have your number. I don’t want to talk about it over MySpace, you deserve more.
So I wrote back:
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I also think you owe me an apology. But time has passed and I’m over it and as far as I’m concerned we’re cool. If you feel like talking, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx, and if not, whatever. It seems like you’re doing well and I hope you are.
So we’ll see if I ever get a call for that. I wasn’t exactly nice, but I was honest, and I don’t think that I necessarily needed to be any nicer.
Also, best friend! did not come back to town yesterday. You know, I’m starting to feel like I did something. We were great friends for a while, probably almost a year, then one night we make out. Then all of a sudden he’s out of town for a while, telling me he’ll come back a certain day. That day comes and goes and he’s not in town. Then I find out he was in town, and immediately left again, without calling. Then he says he’ll be back Sunday, and Sunday comes and goes. Nothing. I don’t know what wrong with him. Or me, I guess.
<3 Katie
Last night best friend! and I spoke and it seems he actually is moving to Tucson. He says he wants to continue being “best friends” though. Sounds like it’s all over. Far more quickly than it began. He said he wanted to talk today though, and I called him twice and both times it went straight to voicemail.
I made out with the billiards master last night. I figure it was about time. We’ll see if anything comes of that. I don’t know. Maybe it was a mistake?
xoxo Katie
My company is moving offices on Monday and today was the hot water guy’s last visit. I held the door for him while he walked in with his water bottle cart and we chatted briefly about the move. Then I walked in as he was walking out and he smiled cutely and said “Take car,” then lingered a bit while I said “You too,” and chickened out too much to take it farther.
I guess it’s over. He could be the love of my life! And now he’s gone.
Who knows, maybe someday again I will run in to him, and in meeting randomly I will have the courage to say something I couldn’t manage to over the past year and a half. Doubt it though.
<3 Katie
One of my coworkers passed this URL on to some of the guys in my office today to show them one of the Google ads that was showing up. Oh no! Now they can read all about my personal life!
My wall neighbor inquired about “best friend!” because he happens to know him, and he was right. Now the cat’s out of the bag! I just hope this all doesn’t get back to “best friend!” because I don’t want him knowing about this blog. Then I can’t be candid anymore. Also, I don’t want him thinking I’m telling everybody, since it really isn’t a big deal at all, and almost nothing is actually happening anyway. Let’s cross our fingers.
xoxo Katie