An unofficial anniversary

I walked home today from town. It's not far, and it was quite pleasant. The temperature was just below freezing and people have their christmas lights and stuff up in their yards. It was cosy. In my bag I had lovely supple chocolate that I bought to a prize that shouldn't be mentioned, but let's just say that this isn't chocolate that is enjoyed any other way than slowly and with, to the big gasp of blasphemy from the real chocolate-knowers; Red bull. Mmmm chocolate and Red Bull.

But anyways. I came to think about that next weekend, a year has gone by since I first planned on approaching Bf and talking to him. Let me just remind you that I, sometimes (more when I'm single for apparent reasons) seem to be put in situations that could be translated into a 25 minute episode of a TV-show.

We turn back time a year, minus a week. I was partying around at the local pub where "everyone" parties and after a short mingle out in the smokers corner, I went back inside. There I saw Bf sitting on a couch, in the company of Roomie that was totally surrounded by girls.
"Damn, he's got a lot of girls hovering around him.." I looked back at Bf and almost got eye contact, or I think I just did, but stalled a little and talked to a friend of mine instead. The friend passed and I stopped a little, to gather my courage. It's not easy to just walk up to someone.

The second I stood still, another dude showed up. A dude that I had been partying with a little during the fall, like once a month or something, and he hugged me. We small talked. I glared over at Bf where he was sitting. Dude continued to talk. I tried getting a chance to leave. Then he asked me out. Fuck. I declined the date, said I was interested in someone else. This someone else at this time was MrBusy.
Somehow, I would gather "I'm interested in someone else" as a "Oh, okay.", stop asking and then plan my future revenge in the form of asking again, or something. But apparenrtly this does not apply to dudes (include Forrester).

He didn't seem to want to give in to this reason, and like nudged me a little and I had to decline once again. Then he talked about how things would get awkward and weird. I assured him that they wouldn't. Because they wouldn't. I don't get all awkward over stuff like that. When I FINALLY got rid of him, Bf was gone. Left was Roomie, all the girls and another dude that wasn't Bf.

Fuck! Did I miss him? Has he left? Bathroom?

I hung around a little, talking to people and mingled around, but didn't see anymore of Bf that night. When I went home, I passed his window and saw him in their kitchen. I was AN INCH away from going up there and knocking on the door, but then I figured that that would be kind of.. weird at 2 am?

So I went home instead. Now knowing how Bf is, I should have gone there. But then he would have to buy me a christmas present, and I wouldn't have spent the christmas holiday by being way too drunk, making a fool of myself among Forrester's friends, gotten him as a stalker, slept with that dude I should never have slept with (that never happened okay?!), gotten to deal with MrBusy as needed and I should have had the chance make Bf's and my first night the success that all his and sometimes my friends are talking about still.

I would love to tell you the story but it's such a pedestal of personal and revealing information, that I can't. All I can say is that it involves us, Roomie, food and a prostitute.