Dazed in Delray
The struggle between needing friends and not really wanting them continues.
There’s another witch in my coven who’s single, fun, smart and likes to do shit.
She’s been after me forever to hang out.
Never to do anything I was also interested in. And then the whole “everyone I love died” thing happened and I became a living ghost.
We ran into each other at a psychic thing down in Pompano. And she bugged me about my ghostliness.
I said I will say yes to the next thing.
She’s like Paddleboarding! And I said OK I lied.
Anyway I see the messages coming across Messenger. Lots of them.
And I at least had admitted earlier that I lied. I don’t open them.
I like her very much actually. I think we could be good friends.
I just … like my house more.
Honestly I don’t even feel all that bad about it.
Like, last weekend, I met a guy when I was out doing my single girl thing.
And he literally talked through the entire thing I went to.
I didn’t even post from/about it.
At some point he said wow you seem stressed out. I said I came here to hear THAT person speak, not you.
I wasn’t a total ass. After the thing was over, I hung out and it was mostly fine.
But then I wanted to meet the speaker.
I asked him to take a photo of me and the speaker. He THREW my phone at someone else and jumped BETWEEN us.
I was PISSED.
I ran to the other side of the speaker and got my damn photo.
It was a shitty photo anyway so it will never see the light of day.
But like damn.
Then he pulls this can you give me a ride home shit. I said no, but thanks for offering to ride with me.
I left him very confused with that one.
He may still be standing dazed in Delray for all I know or care.
Now, I’m not saying this chick would be like this. But I pay attention to my reflexes. Some people get a response in five seconds. Maybe five days or five years. Whenever I’m ready. And something in me isn’t ready.
And yes, I get why people give up on me. But I guess when you’ve had three people stalking your every move online for anywhere from seven to 30 years, it’s easy to assume everyone will be waiting if or when you’re ever ready.
Hint to the seven to 30 set: Don’t hold ya breath. Die mad. Be buried mad.
