Huh?

I hate being sick. I'm a great big baby when I am, to be quite honest. I was one of those kids who was never sick. I rarely missed a day of school and was one of those dorks who routinely got perfect attendance. (That was until my freshman year in high school when I was one of about 20 kids to receive a "Perfect Attendance Award" in front of the entire school at the awards banquet, prompting boos. As soon as I got home that day, I told my mother I would HAVE to be absent at least one day a year for the remainder of my high school days!!).

Anyway, I was miserable on Monday and Tuesday, but then I took some Claratin and now I feel much better. This miraculous little pill is probably as close at it gets to a cure for the common cold. It's expensive, but I swear by it. Best stuff on earth if you're sick.
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So what is it with me and psycho guys? Long story short, about a month after I broke up with the man I'd been seeing for two years, I made out with a guy. He was a friend of one of my roommates and was hanging out one night. It was a good make-out session, but that's as far as it went. We said our goodbyes and that was it.

Last Friday night, he showed up for a party we had for Jillian (my roommie). This is a good three months after our drunken make-out session and keep in mind, we haven't spoken since. I politely said hello when he arrived, but didn't really pay much attention to him the rest of the night. Not interested. At all. But he, apparently, is so the whole night, he's trying to get my attention and trying to get me to hang out with him, which I didn't do.

Later, when I'm doing some cleanup in the kitchen, he asks if he can take me out to dinner and a movie, mind you, we haven't spoken at all that night and I gave him no indication that I was interested. I paused and asked him, "Can I just say no? Is that okay?" He was all, "Why? You're so different than before. Are we going to talk about this?"

Excuse me? TALK ABOUT WHAT?? I just went off and said something along the lines of, "Look, three months ago, we were drunk and made out. I'm not sure what it meant to you, but to me, that's all it was: A drunken make-out. I haven't talked to you since, so I'm not sure what you think we have to talk about. We don't have a relationship and I'm not interested in one. You dig?"

What a freak!! I mean, aren't we supposed to be the drama queens? I seriously might swear off guys for a while. That is, until a week from now when I'm in Vegas, the drunken make-out capital of the world.

Seven days and counting!!