Or so I thought 20 minutes ago, when I was dead asleep and all of the sudden, the door alarm goes off. I bolted upright in bed, called 911 (on my landline!), started shaking, and haven't stopped shaking since.
After a few minutes, the operator tells me that the cops are outside the door, so I head downstairs to meet them, and as soon as I step down...I see one of the alarm halves lying on the floor screaming its head off. (They have to stay side-to-side for the magnets to render the alarm "off.")
Lights on, door opens, profuse apologies, embarrassed!Chun (I literally fall to the ground, like '40s war movie-style) -- in that order.
What did we learn: those alarms work, especially when there's no one breaking in. My 911 operator lady was super-nice, because she didn't laugh at me while my voice was quivering like a November leaf. I won't be able to sleep for the next six weeks. I want my mom.
13.6.08
I had the weirdest freaking dream last night. Chun, Jeffrey, Ted Kennedy and I were in some boutique on the top floor of some building, and Ted Kennedy and I were sitting on a couch and I was totally hitting on him and not getting anywhere. I remember one particularly awkward exchange where I asked him if he had any siblings and got some 'Shut the fuck up' vibes from Chun.
So this cute guy with a dog in his picture added me as a friend on myspace. I normally don't accept friend requests from strangers but he was cute and his dog was cute. Then he messaged me and we exchanged a couple of messages throughout the day. Then I got smart and looked at his friend list. His friends are 80% women from the Triangle aged 25-30.
Blair told me he wanted to talk to me about "us." That instantly cannot be good. For the record, there is no "us" and nor will there ever be an "us." His birthday was on Friday and we went to Bear Rock for dinner. I was going to Heather's party but I told him to call me and let me know what he was doing later so I could meet up. Then he didn't answer his phone when I called around 9pm. Then he didn't answer at 12:30am when I called when I was leaving Heather's. Then he didn't return my message all weekend.
So I'm not really sure what this talk is about. He told me he wanted to talk when we were chatting at work on Gmail chat and when I inquired about it he said he didn't want to talk at that moment.
So I guess I should just leave things as they are? I don't want to have another talk where he says we can't date. I don't want to date him anyway. I think it's clear enough for him not to invite me to go out for his birthday that he doesn't want me to be around. (He and his group of friends went to a bar on Hillsborough for his bday and stayed until the place closed)
So I randomly started talking to a guy on the Internet almost two years ago when I was in Missouri. It was Missouri and I was bored. I'm not sure how he even got my screen name but he IMed me first and we started talking. We went through the formalities of getting to know each other. I think part of his back story was that he did an internship in Raleigh but was in Boston at the time for grad school. We've kept in touch on and off and tonight he IMed me. I told him I was closer to Boston than normal back in March when I went to NYC. He then asked me where I was. I said I was in Cary. Then he asked where Cary was. That was a red flag cause anyone in Raleigh would know about Cary. So then I started asking him questions and he said he was going to be senior in college and thought about sticking around Boston for grad school. So then I was like, hold up, don't be frontin'. I asked him what the true version of the story was. He said I must have him confused with someone else. I said no, and that I didn't cause I had the IM conversation saved on my computer (which i did...i don't save all of them, but i do save particular ones of interest). Then he admitted to not being honest with me before. He said he lied about his age cause he didn't think I would talk to a guy younger than me.
I'm not upset but it's just a wake up call that you really can be anyone you want to be on the Internet.
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