I just did one of the most frustrating i've had to in a long time... It's a long story.
Aug. 8 - Met this girl... Kate. she's great, and absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. I really connected with her, she listened to and knew my music... and was actually interested in me. Awesome. We hooked up two nights that weekend and hung out all day, I was stoked. She said she had just gotten out of a nasty relationship, and that her ex-boyfriend was only after her trust fund. (I just kind of brushed off the comment, thinking that the dude was a bastard)
Aug. 11 - I get hit driving to Gunnisson head-on by a drunk-driver at 11am. Woke up pinned in the car with my face wedged into the steering wheel, and the jaws of life cutting off the door and roof of the car to get to me. My friend Cody had already been extracated and was in a helicopter on the way to Denver... Due to the hospital being full, I wound up spending the night in a motel with a concussion, two dislocated shoulders, six broken ribs, and stress fractures in my patella, femur, tibia and fibula. The EMT who was working on me in the hospital was named 'Trey ___' he had the exact same name as the guy who introduced me to Kate. In my daze, I kept on asking for her and thought of her for days while I was recollecting my thoughts. I call her constantly... never an answer.
For a month I was on crutches and a sling, making attempts to get a hold of Kate and get my life back together. I keep cultivating freelance design work, and find a local clothing company that needs a website. The owner 'D' contracted me for the website, and we began to chill a lot at parties and shit... got to be pretty good friends.
One night, about a month after I had last spoken to her she winds up at a party and says 'hello' while throwing herself onto 'D'. Who... incidentally is her ex-boyfriend who she lives with. Hmmm...
So... I didn't talk to her, she made no attempt to check up on me while I was at my worst. In some respects I felt betrayed.
Tonight... I go to a party, and we start talking... she winds up all over me, infront of everybody else (good friends of D) and I just cannot get her to mellow. We go outside together to talk, and she gives me a very long confession of how she has told a lot of people that I was her boyfriend... and that they all were worried that I was only after her trust fund. She then tells me that she is inheriting about 200million dollars in 2 years, and doesn't want that to be an issue with me... confession continues about how she's in love with me etc... etc... etc... The conversation freaked me out... I left in a hurry.
So here I am, halfway across the continent from home due to 2 restraining orders placed on psychotic 'lusts' and 'lovers'. I hadn't slept with anybody in 6 months until Kate, I was mending my head. Then, I fall completely out of her life... and now this confession.
I'm so frustrated... I just want that weekend back, i want to be able to play it on repeat. Tonight, I was tempted and so close to fucking my intuition. I came home, here I am typing to the virtually anonymous people that somehow care... I guess that's why I always do this.
Lonely.
Horny.
Sleepy.
Aug. 8 - Met this girl... Kate. she's great, and absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. I really connected with her, she listened to and knew my music... and was actually interested in me. Awesome. We hooked up two nights that weekend and hung out all day, I was stoked. She said she had just gotten out of a nasty relationship, and that her ex-boyfriend was only after her trust fund. (I just kind of brushed off the comment, thinking that the dude was a bastard)
Aug. 11 - I get hit driving to Gunnisson head-on by a drunk-driver at 11am. Woke up pinned in the car with my face wedged into the steering wheel, and the jaws of life cutting off the door and roof of the car to get to me. My friend Cody had already been extracated and was in a helicopter on the way to Denver... Due to the hospital being full, I wound up spending the night in a motel with a concussion, two dislocated shoulders, six broken ribs, and stress fractures in my patella, femur, tibia and fibula. The EMT who was working on me in the hospital was named 'Trey ___' he had the exact same name as the guy who introduced me to Kate. In my daze, I kept on asking for her and thought of her for days while I was recollecting my thoughts. I call her constantly... never an answer.
For a month I was on crutches and a sling, making attempts to get a hold of Kate and get my life back together. I keep cultivating freelance design work, and find a local clothing company that needs a website. The owner 'D' contracted me for the website, and we began to chill a lot at parties and shit... got to be pretty good friends.
One night, about a month after I had last spoken to her she winds up at a party and says 'hello' while throwing herself onto 'D'. Who... incidentally is her ex-boyfriend who she lives with. Hmmm...
So... I didn't talk to her, she made no attempt to check up on me while I was at my worst. In some respects I felt betrayed.
Tonight... I go to a party, and we start talking... she winds up all over me, infront of everybody else (good friends of D) and I just cannot get her to mellow. We go outside together to talk, and she gives me a very long confession of how she has told a lot of people that I was her boyfriend... and that they all were worried that I was only after her trust fund. She then tells me that she is inheriting about 200million dollars in 2 years, and doesn't want that to be an issue with me... confession continues about how she's in love with me etc... etc... etc... The conversation freaked me out... I left in a hurry.
So here I am, halfway across the continent from home due to 2 restraining orders placed on psychotic 'lusts' and 'lovers'. I hadn't slept with anybody in 6 months until Kate, I was mending my head. Then, I fall completely out of her life... and now this confession.
I'm so frustrated... I just want that weekend back, i want to be able to play it on repeat. Tonight, I was tempted and so close to fucking my intuition. I came home, here I am typing to the virtually anonymous people that somehow care... I guess that's why I always do this.
Lonely.
Horny.
Sleepy.
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oh yeah anyway, i just stopped by to say:
[Edited on Oct 17, 2004 8:31PM]