really though… what am i hungry for? sleep? love? food? friends? sex?
last night i wasn’t able to fall asleep until about 3 in the morning…. not really so unusual for me but what is unusual is that i actually slept well after that. so judging by what time i went to bed, i woke up at around 11. i had a dream about a friend of d too. quite a dream i might add. it was a friend of his that i have never been attracted to either, in fact it was his best friend. weird huh? and now what is even more weird is that i think of his friend, we’ll call him m, differently. i have had some sort of bizarre attraction to him all weekend. i’m sure it’ll pass as i have never felt that before but all day long i’ve had some sort of need to see him. why is this important you ask? well it sort of plays into the rest of this post.
okay so i get up at 11, veg for a bit, then get out of bed and decide to do something for me today. just. me. i wanted a different vibe, a way to release a ton of stress i’ve been carrying all weekend. stress we can discuss at a later date but essentially it was work stress that i carried home with me and unfortunately my OCD has made it so i couldn’t let it go.
back to it…
up at 11, veg for the hour, take my daily walk, come home take a nice hot shower (if i had a bath it would have been one of those), blowdry my hair (another rarity these days), and make the decision… the decision to go to to the library. i haven’t spent time alone at a library in years, not since school i think. but i thought perfect place for quiet me time, time for reflection, no phone, no bothers, plenty of books to choose from, and definitely not the pretentious people who stare at you judging the books you read and whether or not you are of the intellectual type, basically not the barnes and noble, lets drink coffee and pretend we are there for god only knows but want people to think we smart, have a brain, but no money to buy the books we just sit here and use them like the library, type of people. people who select books for the people around them not for what they really care about or have interest in what they are actually reading there. i mean have you ever looked at the people there? really looked. hmmmm…. do you ever see the people reading the books thay are holding – no – they are usually just sitting there looking around at everyone else. scanning the joint. ahhh… i could rant about these places all day and night but i won’t, i’ll stop that ranting. i wanted old people sitting around or students wrapped up in studies in the non college atmosphere. and truthfully it did it. i found a book plopped down with no one around and silently read. well read until a bit of hunger took over.
now the library by my house is one that is quite small and is just off of a main little “square” well we’ll call it a “square” for the sake of keeping my location slightly anonymous because it will be a location killer. anyways the square has quite a few restaurants, one that i enjoy especially, one that m works at as well, hence why i usually avoid it, d is usually there because m works there… did i mention m is d’sbest friend? it also has some sad memories because d and i use to frequent it, but nonetheless (j i know you hate that word) i was in serious want of the salad that i have decided is my 2nd all time favorite (l you know the first all time favorite), i also knew m doesn’t work on sundays, as i have been there with t and her hubby a few times and have yet to run into d or m on a weekend. but now that i think back – i may have slightly hoping to see m, to put aside the dream and remind myself of m the jerk not the altered m in my dream. or maybe i was just self manipulating. either way i wanted it and i was going… it was a close walk and a nice change.
i checked out my book, walked slowly across the lot, andinto the back door of “second favorite salad” place. walked right into m at the door and d in the back booth. great. i slowly noticed the shaking of my hand as i stopped stared andthen thought… okay, now here you are alone with your sex dream freak and your aweful ex together – why couldn’t i have been with someone? okay t suck it up and smile.
“hi guys”, i’m sure you can picture my big fake smile in your head. “how are you m?”
“good t, how are you, what are you up to?”
“i was at the library and decided to walk over here for lunch, thought i’d do something different and relaxing”
t couldn’t you think of somewhere more fun to be… couldn’t you think of something more entertaining, more exciting. something more like “i was out all night with a hot sexy guy and just ran in to grab some oysters so i can feed them to him in bed when he wakes up… did you know oysters are an aphrodisiac, thought i would grab some for our 100th round of hot passionate sex”
but no here i was, holding a book and walking to the bar to sit alone. so sadly d chimes in… “well i just ordered come sit here and join me, i’m alone too we might as well make a group. besides i just ordered, m can add it so we’ll get it at the same time.”
i was quiet, but my head was screaming… what do i do? should i sit?
sadly sit i did. now it gets even more lame, i told m order. i’ll have an ice-t and a southwest chicken salad. what did m say. well he laughed and said… that’s funny you guys ordered the same thing without even knowing and continued on with about 20 other smart remarks. well that was reminder i needed about m. lets just say that’s done. thoughts gone. gone. gone. gone.
but now that i sit here and think. d was alone too. ha. he was eating alone too. mind you his friend but really how bored must you really be to sit there for an hour before ordering (i know this because that’s what he said) at ;east i had had my morning coffee, walk and book. i had at least been productive. conversation went okay, nothing more then basic chatter. the what have you been up to? hows work? blah, blah, blah, and so on. and better yet, i finished eating before d, asked for my check to be separated from d’s, m told me to make d pay, but no way, this was not to remotely considered any way shape or form a date and to have him pay puts it in that date category, besides i had a gift card, so really i wasn’t paying anyways.
i paid my separate check, looked at d, said my byes, and walked out with the pretense that i had somewhere else to be. at least i kept my cool on that one. and really the truth was i had nowhere to be but home relaxing on a nice lazy sunday, but he didn’t need to know that.
i felt good after, not sad, not wondering about him. just good. so really i guess today i learned that i’mreally not hungry for his friend or his time or his whereabouts. all the things i used to be hungry to know.
i was just plain hungry for me, to find me, to feel like me again. well that and my salad.