Sunday, May 22, 2011
I can't stop thinking about him. It's wrong because I'm with other people doing other things. I just can't....
This weekend was floopy. I spent part of it in New Jack City for an unexpected departure from my norm; an adventure with a Southern Bedu. (I usually camp in the North.) Friday friends dropped by as usual. Z, you are totally crazy boy and you are my new best friend. I frickin ADORE YOU, playah!!! I was supposed to go to Media Girl's party and meant to, but people just stopped by and one thing led to another. I'm sorry girl. I know I promised to wear a burkini to the pool, but I couldn't find one either...
Yesterday.... yesterday.... more action packed into a 24 hour period than I can remember for a long time.
Southern Bedu left at noon (just sayin that I'm not sayin). He is SOOOOOOOOO fiiiiiiiiine. Tall, sexysouka, nice. I had to be at my favorite seafood restaurant by 2 with Butterfly, Spanx et their menfolk. I was still shakey from the shinannigans of the night/early morning before, so I walked in with my sunglasses on, not really able to move my head left or right without headache tremors.
[Side note: Spanx told me about a party she and her husband went to the night before. They said it was faaaaaaaabulous and wished I had been there. They had a great time. Said they didn't know the couple that well, but got the invite and went and had tons of fun. Guess what... turned out to be the Media Girl's party. Dayam! I missed out.]
Corvette Girl is there, 2 tables down, with her mom and dad. I say hi. I have missed her. She's busy between here and Qatar lately.
So, I sit down, get on the phone with Southern Bedu again ( I wish he had went with us) ... and... what's THAT? Yo, Spanx... is that who I think it is. "No. That's not him..." Yuh, I think it is (but he's wearing dark sunglasses and I can't tell - looks like a well-worn-version of his previous self). Bang a quick trip to the bathroom to do the check-out-walk-by on the way back. Oh snap...
Noooooooo. He. Di'INT.....
That was OUR restaurant. For years we went there together. The manager, the hostess, the wait staff, the valet parkers - all know us as a couple. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Etiquette = you don't bring another woman to you and your woman's favorite/special place. It is bad form. WHY would he do that? Want to come look for me/at me? Ok, I am indifferent, but please do not provoke me.
The Man sat there with dark glasses on the en-tire time. I stopped at the table to say hi to a luke-warm reception. Glanced over my shoulder and said hi to him. Walked back to the table to see a bunch of open jaws. SMSed Corvette Girl at the other table. "No he didn't!!! Where? Which one?...."
Later that night, I SMS The Man (provoked, I say) to ask him how he could be so disrespectful to BOTH of us by going there. He says it was, "by mistake" "at the last minute". Wallah? You drove from Abdullah Mubarak to my neighborhood, to take her to our restaurant while on your way to Fahaheel? Wallah? Like, were all the other restaurants in Kuwait closed? No way in the world she could have known or would have agreed to let both of us be gossipped about like that. I wouldn't have done that to her and I know she's not like that, so what is your lame excuse? You got some cojones boy and my guess is that somehow, someone is going to chop them into tiny bits and serve them to the stray dogs in your area.
Enough said. Bad energy be gone. Stay out of my world. Shoo shoo shoo.
I had to go to a function last night. Still on a pissed-off-adrenaline-high, The Romanian and I go. I invited a few very nice people I know. We had a great time. I've been re-elected. All is good. By the way, I really like the Safir Hotel in Fintas. Very nice place. So, we are walking out and walk right into my friend, Jamal's brother. A bunch of our friends are in the coffee shop... cool. Small world/Kuwait.
.... and then... and then... and then.... the special ring tone sounds.... ahhhhhhhhhh.... Stealthy. I actually pull the car over to talk to him. I can't think about him and drive. He said he misses me. I miss him. He comes over...
Damn I feel good today!