Million Men Night

Saturday afternoon, combination of PMS and and a dose of reality check, lead me to the realization that the guy I like is NOT that into me. This was a very painful realization. But, I’m a big girl. I can tell when something’s off. I have a feeling that it’s a done deal. He hasn’t told me that, but I can feel it. I could be wrong, but my intuition tells me that I’m not. Of course, facing the truth was a little painful.

I decided the best way to treat the pain was a night out drinking with two fabulous girlfriends. We end up at a bar in Downtown where men outnumber women 10-1. I’m looking through the crowd and I see some familiar faces. It’s practically the entire wedding party, all the groomsmen, from the wedding I was in last summer (I was a bridesmaid). And in this group, there’s one particular groomsman who I used to like, who no longer lives in LA. In fact, he no longer lives in this state. And of all the bars in LA, he happens to be in the bar I’m at, the night I’m having all these sad realizations, about the guy I like. The one who’s just not that into me. I think the universe, in its infinite wisdom, had decided to play a not-so-funny joke on me. It was the night of “he’s just not that into you.” From the guy currently in my life, from one from the past.*

I think in a strange way, the universe was trying to tell me to let things go. Which is also what my wise brother Tito is telling me to do…t0 let it go. Easier said than done.

*So hot groomsman asks asks me if I still have his jacket, which he had left at my place some time this summer. I told him I do. And I tell him that I was really annoyed about having an item of clothing in my apartment that was made in Turkey. He asked if I had burned the jacket. I told him I had seriously considered it.

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4 thoughts on “Million Men Night

  1. You have NO idea how much I’m looking forward to my trips to Chicago. I want to be in a city, where I’m not likely to run into ANY men that I know. Then again… with my luck, I probably will.

    Love you honey.

  2. i want to come to chicago too!!!!!!!!! road trip? except, well, i guess i could come pick eliza up and then we can backtrack to chicago. or i could pick fawn up and we can drive out to l.a. or …we could just fly to chicago. can’t wait to see you two again!!!!!!

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