So, after my run yesterday I showered and waited for my friend, Brett to come over and look at my car (it started acting up the other day). I wanted whatever was wrong to be fixed so that I could drive to Jim's house that night if we decided to have our talk. Well, Brett said he had to get tools and look up some things, and could work on it today. I asked him if it was alright for me to drive it, and he told me it wouldn't ruin anything but might stall on me when I'm idling. I thought, ok, I can handle that. Jason called me asking me to come over and play bags. I went to start my car, and it wouldn't stay started...it kept dying on me. I called Brett and told him what happened, and he said I better not drive it then......is that a sign or what?! haha The night I was planning on confessing my feelings to Jim, my car won't start.......am I reading too much into this? Anyway, Brett said he'd come pick me up and we can go drink at Rick's house. While I was waiting for Brett to get to my house, I worked up the nerve to text Jim.
I said, "Hey, you...I'd like to talk to you some time in the next couple days if you have time. It won't be one of our 5 hour chats.....at least I don't think so. Is that alright?" He responded, "Sure. Like a phone call?" I told him, "I like talking in person more than the phone....you don't live that far from me yet." He said, "Can I ask what's on your mind...a hint?" I told him, "Umm...you are on my mind ha...nah, I don't know....there is a lot on my mind. It's nothing bad for you or anything." I know, that was very vague, but I didn't want to give him a good hint. He never said anything back, so I thought, "oh, great...he is probably spazzing on me again."
So, I got pretty tipsy at Rick's house, because he is practicing for a bartending job he just got and bought $300 worth of booze. The best one was a dreamsicle. He also made some rum runners (love those), mai tai's, peanut butter and jelly shot (that was crazy), and some other ones I forgot. The most disgusting was a pink lady...it looked and tasted like peptobismal. Anyway, I sent Jim a stupid text around 1:30am asking him when he would be able to talk. He said, "Why so late on the text? Not sure what day." I told him that I had a stressful day so I went out, and that I was sorry for waking him up, I was just bored and felt kinda stranded (by this time in the night I was ready to go home and sleep in my bed, but everyone was too drunk to drive, so I was stuck there). I also told him that we didn't have to talk if he didn't want to. He said that he was just sleeping, and that he had a long last few days. I told him that I wasn't asking to talk tonight. So this morning, I woke up on Rick's couch with his dog on top of me, to my phone going off. I was like who the heck is texting me before noon?! It was Jim, which surprised me, because he knows I am anti-phone before noon. Well, it was 11:58....but still. He asked me how I got stranded. I told him what happened, but he never said anything back. I'm still going to tell him how I feel.....I just don't think he feels the same. If he felt the same he would want to talk to me everyday, and he would want to see me as soon as possible to hear what I have to say. Right? I don't know....we'll see what happens. I need my frickin car fixed first though!
