Quote Du
Jour:
"I hope I never lay eyes on you again." - Lindsay.
I know that it's
still August, but I missed "Christmas in July" so I popped in a Christmas
CD tonight for a little soothing change of pace. You know, the big day is
less than four months away. And it is my most favorite holiday. So many happy
memories and emotions surround that time of year. It's nice to take a trip
from reality once in a while... A little Christmas music -- even if its in
August - allows me to do that.
((2313))
Speaking of reality, reality
turned ugly yesterday. Real ugly.
Jose used to write sports for the
student newspaper. He called
Jonathan and I to set up a
meeting to discuss him doing a little writing on the side. In what is the
spirit of our newspaper, the three of us decided to meet for happy hour at
a local restaurant. We drank a few beers and had a nice conversation about
him writing a sports column, the likelihood of our football team having a
successful season and the problems at our university. As we were wrapping
up our little party, I asked him what the deal was with him and
Lindsay. He told me that they
were dating. I responded with, "why doesn't she say that?" He told me I was
being immature. (Not sure where that came from.) I said, "well, are you living
there?" He responded with, "well, I'm fucking her and when I fuck her, I
like to spend the night." That was typical Jose form.
I don't remember the specifics of the conversation for the few moments after
that statement. I do remember saying something that alluded to the fact that
Lindsay and I had a physical relationship. Jose turned to me and said, "Are
you saying you fucked her?" I replied, "Yes." He seemed somewhat pissed off
as we left the restaurant. That's understandable. As we got outside, he asked
me again, "Are you saying you fucked her?" I had six or seven beers in me
and I was not thinking as clearly as I should have. I replied with, "Five
time and I can give you dates." In retrospect, that was so trashy of me.
It went against what I should stand for as someone who wants to be a gentleman.
But I had this overwhelming desire for the world to know. I was tired of
what I felt was a big lie. Afterall, if Lindsay had lied about our relationship
and had lied about hers and Jose's relationship... I felt someone needed
to call her on it. And the best way I knew how to do that was to tell my
story. I now look back and see that I did some things wrong just a tad.
When I made the comment about the dates... Jose became furious. He told me
that I had been disrespectful to him and to Lindsay... and that no one could
be disrespectful to the people he loved. At that moment, I felt sorry for
the boy. Because even though he wanted to kick my tail, we were so much alike
at that moment. I had been where he was once upon a time. I was in love with
her and found out how she hadn't been honest with me. That stings so much.
He shook my hand and told me that he would have a professional relationship
with me... but if we wanted to get personal, he would wipe my ass off the
planet -- or something to that effect. I seriously believe that the only
reason there wasn't a fight in the parking lot was that Jonathan was there
to step in and be the voice of reason. ((2332))
That's
the first part of the story. The second part is when Lindsay called me and
was a tee-tiny bit upset. It seemed that Jose went to her apartment and they
had a fight. Evidentally, she didn't tell him about me. That doesn't really
surprise me. Once the fighting was over, she called me. And it seems that
she called others, too, acting quite frantic. There was drama throughout
the land. But at this moment... I'm tired and am not feeling like writing
it all out. Maybe tomorrow or Thursday.
You see, Wednesdays are newspaper days for me. That's when we lay out the
student newspaper. And they tend to be really long days. Tomorrow has the
potential to be really long because it appears as though our newest staff
members have slacked pretty hard on doing their work. This is disappointing
to me... because these are journalism students that don't seem to care about
journalism. But more importantly, it's frustrating because their lack of
desire to do their job puts more pressure on Jonathan and I... and that's
not fair to us I think.
((2337))
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