Well That Didn't Work

OCTOBER IV: A NEW HOPE
Don't hate me because I'm funny; ok, so I'm not, I got over it. I gathered up the strength I've been slowly gaining over the last few days and went to see Dennis, against my better judgement. I had to tell him a few things...

I've been doing a lot of self evaluation recently and the results have been absolutely remarkable. After three months, I've overcome my depression. : o ) It wasn't all over the course of the last three days, rather, it culminated during that time. Here's the final report: I've never let myself have fun, I'm wound up so tight so often that I've never allowed myself to be happy. In addition to this discovery, I found my own inner-strength when I was forced to on Saturday night...it didn't take a lot of looking; Dennis helped me to improve my self esteem (among many other aspects of my life) so much that I didn't see that I didn't have to lean on him for as much support as I had been. I had it in me the whole time.

Don't misunderstand, however. I am still quite upset about the possibility of losing Dennis; I'd still be devastated. After the brief conversation we had though, I'm even more confident in us.

Anyway, when I got back on campus, I watched two Law and Order episodes before deciding to go to bed. I had just finished changing into my pajamas when Guy knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to smoke hooka with him and his friends. (He knew I'd been upset recently and might appreciate the invitation.) I would normally never, ever, ever in a million years smoke hooka, but in the spirit of loosening up, I went with him. We went to the amphitheatre and I watched as they passed the thing around. I wasn't really interested, but I tried it very quickly anyway. I didn't find it particularly appealing in any way, shape or form.

One of Guy's poker friends (with whom I have played a hand or two with,) Dave, joined us shortly after our arrival at the amphitheatre and after completing his heavy rounds of hooka, decided that we should all watch the movie Dogma, which I own. While the rest of the group packed up the hooka stuff, Dave and I went back to my room to pick up the movie. My roomate, Hannah, was sleeping so we went to Guy's room to set up the DVD for the rest of the group. As we waited, we cleared off Guy's bed to sit on and started talking. Little by litte, I noticed him inching closer to me and by the time the rest of the group arrived I was ready to leave, but I thought that they were going to sit down and join us watching the movie. They didn't. They saw us sitting next to one another and assumed (very, VERY, incorrectly) that we wanted to be alone. I suppose they were half right; Dave most certainly wanted to be alone. I asked Guy to stay but he said "No, you love birds have fun, we'll be right back." Moving on, Dave kept trying to kiss me despite by repeated mention Dennis and I kept waiting for Guy to come back. When I realized that he wasn't going to return and that Dave wasn't going to back off, I made a bet with him(I know he's a gambling guy from poker.) The deal was the if he could answer a trivia question of mine, I would let him kiss me. Of course, I knew I wouldn't have to kiss him or I would never have made the bet, but it was the ONLY STINKIN' WAY to get him to stop trying to make a move on me. I asked him a question, he got it wrong. He said "Ok, ok, ask three more. If I get one, I get to kiss you." Well, four turned into ten, which turned into twenty and so on. For two freakin' hours! He didn't get one question right, which is both a relief and rather amusing. He wouldn't let me leave so I was actually grateful that he bought into the stupid game thing instead of continuing to pressure me. I have a feeling that if Guy hadn't have come in when he did....I don't even want to think about it. It was not a pleasant experience.

I told Guy the story. He thought the fact that his friend had failed to get one question right was amusing; I told him to sleep with one eye open. *Yawn* Well, I must be off, have to wake up in 5 hours. Sweet dreams.
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