Despite

Yesterday’s post was angsty. And my emotional dealings with AWOL, as a general rule, are also angsty. We have big important discussions and hash out our feelings and stuff that DID happen, and stuff that COULD happen and it’s a big pile of pain in my ass. And unless we magically get together (HAHAHAHAANOWAYINHELL) or something, this kind of stuff is not likely to stop any time soon. Whee!

But despite all my angst and distraction techniques, shit’s turned out okay.

• Fancy and I will have been “together” for a YEAR in a few days and I feel inclined to do something nice about that because…hell…it’s been a year, and we’re not sick of each other or anything.
• If Fancy is the poor man’s Chase Crawford, then Cute Bartender is the poor man’s Fancy, which makes him the poor poor man’s Chase Crawford?
• I always said I wouldn’t date/do/etc. anyone that came into The Bar, and then I met Fancy and The Marine. And now Cute Bartender. And I can’t put my finger on what it is about Cute Bartender. He’s goodlooking, but not as overtly so as, say, The Consultant. He’s got a degree, but comes off as having a certain rough-around-the-edges quality. But he’s a nice guy – he checks to make sure my cabs get me home alright, and calls when he says he will and…goddammit I might actually like this guy.

I guess what I’m trying to say, is that shit appears to be working out in spite of the angst. Hoo-ray.

…Also, Hot Coworker refuses to take part in the whole idea of Casual Friday. I’ll come in looking like an unwashed college student, and he’ll come in wearing a button-down and a vest.