Thinking Like A Guy

Monday, September 5, 2005:

J. came over on Friday night and we watched "Hitch". All I have to say is that it is no Napoleon Dynamite. It was okay, I just wish Kevin James had been in it more. But then as soon as the movie was over, he got up and left with a trail of flames behind him! The kids were at my sisters, so we had the place to ourselves, so I was a shocked that he left so early and so quick. He said something about being tired, 5 minutes after he asked if I was going to kick him out. Of course I said no, but then he checked his vm and had to go. I had to get up for work at 5 and I wasn't tired. I haven't heard from him since then. I've given up. The last thing I need is to sleep with someone and have them not call me after.

So, my friend Andre called and I asked his opinion. He also agreed that it sounds weird. I asked if I was being too suspicious and he said no. I asked if my being too guy-like hurt my chances. He said, and I quote, "The only way you'll be guy-like is if you hit it, then don't call." That's what I get for taking advice from a man!

Dre and I are going to Disney for the week sometime in September or October. We went last year and had a great time. He worked at ESPN, so we got into all the Disney parks for free. He only had to pay the tax on the hotel, so that we like $38 for 5 days/4 nights. The only thing, this chick Jackie was like the Trip Nazi. We had to be up at 6:30 and ready to go by 7-7:30 every morning. She would call our rooms to make sure we were up! Then God forbid we should fall behind, we had two-way radios and she would call us to see where we were. I told Dre I'm buying her a whistle, stop watch and clipboard, so she can keep us in line.

Hopefully his friend Deshaun won't be there. Dre, him and I had major drama last year and I don't want a repeat. All I will say is it involved me being thisclose to coming home and NEVER talking to Dre again. Dre and I have been friends for 9 years so that would have been a big deal. All was well after I had a discussion with him. All I know is that he thinks I'm (1) too friendly; (2) too flirty. Not at all how I would describe myself, but oh, well.

I'm off to shower and go to Sam's Club. Please do not be jealous because I lead such a glamorous life. Hmm, someone should do a song called Glamorous Life. I picture a Prince protege, maybe female, who is an awesome drummer. :)

Mich