Weekend of craziness

This past weekend was abnormally long. It started with a almost date with a needy guy Friday night. It was the second time I'd seen him and his neediness was wearing me terribly thin. Every woman wants to be needed, but he was taking it too far. So while in the car on the way to the bar, he keeps going on about how late I was and where was I before this and why didn't I answer my phone and then he kept asking me in an extremely whiny voice for my hand. Excuse me? So we get to the bar and I told him to go in and get us seats and I was going to run to the gas station because my car was running on fumes. While there I just couldn't make myself go back. Next thing I know I'm driving home. I couldn't believe it. I actually left him. So after about 22 whiny messages I knew I made the right choice, but I definitely could have been a little nicer about it.

Saturday was my cousin's wedding. She was a beautiful bride. The ceremony was nice and short. The singing was beautiful. The maid of honor's little boy, I think he was 3 or 4, told me that he thought my shoes were sexy and then he got embarassed and ran away. My asshole ex was there but I didn't even pay him any attention, which I know bothered him. We get to the reception and everything is so violently decorated in pink. pink. pink. hot pink. All the lights were off except for the hot pink christmas lights hanging from the ceiling which basted everyone in a pinkish glow. Actually it was quite pretty. After the bride and groom get there and they ate, they started playing club music. My grandmother was holding her ears. Everyone hadn't even eaten yet. There's nothing like trying to eat with all the bridesmaids grinding on eachother to some explicitly languaged song. I'm not a prude, but I prefer not to see that while eating. yuck. But all in all it was a success. I didn't even get one "you're next....!" from the family which made my night more enjoyable.

I left the reception for a first date. Things went better than I expected, or could have even hoped and we even saw eachother Sunday night, but I won't be writing about it till later for fear of looking like an idiot.

Have a good week.