Move, Trinity
May. 13th, 2016 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryDonny had messaged me at 3am, telling me it was his birthday and we should celebrate. I messaged him when I woke up, asking what he wanted to do, but he had no suggestions. I'm not sure if it's the way birthdays are portrayed in movies, or that we grow up with our parents throwing parties for us or what, but it seems to be news for a lot of people that that you have to take charge of your birthday. You don't even need to plan it yourself, but you do need to tell your friends what it is you want.
Another flawless week at work, claims are coming easier. One more week on probation. I hit the gym after, and then crashed at home, played some video games, and watched John Mulaney's standup. He's gorgeous and funny. Julian wanted to hang out after he got off work, but I thought that might be awkward, so I was planning on going to bed early. Donny messaged me at 11:30, finally wanting to go out because it was his birthday for another 30 min. We got decent parking at Mo's, and ran into Andrew, Nicholas, and Scottie inside, so joined them. Julian also messaged me, I let him know where I was, and he asked if I wanted him to join. In my head, that puts responsibility on me for his good time, versus him asking if he could join or similar.
Mo's was dying down, so we headed over to Flick's where a young lady was literally fighting with security. Flick's has expanded since last I was there, so it's less crowded. A bartender made out with me, I chatted with a tall drunk man named Scott(?), and with a cute hipster named Derrick. Derrick does music, and I've subscribed to his channel. Scott(?) wanted to hook up with me, so I gave him my number and told him we would get together another time, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. I don't know why I'm so averse to hooking up in person. Much anxiety, so avoidance. I was gonna take Donny home, it being his birthday and all, but then a drunk black girl asked for a ride home, as she was new in town. I took her home, but she couldn't remember her gate code, so I offered to let her crash at my place until morning, when she'd presumably remember it. She met Mousey, and even kept calling him Mousey before I even told her his name. Must be psychic or something. And she cried holding him, so that's a huge point in her favor. Her roommate finally called back, and offered to meet her outside, so I drove her home a second time.
On the way back, a car pulled up next to me, and who should it be but Scott(?). My night being officially over, I invited him home and we fucked for a while before passing out.
It was a great night, and about the billionth reminder that I can't trust my sense of energy when I'm home alone.
Another flawless week at work, claims are coming easier. One more week on probation. I hit the gym after, and then crashed at home, played some video games, and watched John Mulaney's standup. He's gorgeous and funny. Julian wanted to hang out after he got off work, but I thought that might be awkward, so I was planning on going to bed early. Donny messaged me at 11:30, finally wanting to go out because it was his birthday for another 30 min. We got decent parking at Mo's, and ran into Andrew, Nicholas, and Scottie inside, so joined them. Julian also messaged me, I let him know where I was, and he asked if I wanted him to join. In my head, that puts responsibility on me for his good time, versus him asking if he could join or similar.
Mo's was dying down, so we headed over to Flick's where a young lady was literally fighting with security. Flick's has expanded since last I was there, so it's less crowded. A bartender made out with me, I chatted with a tall drunk man named Scott(?), and with a cute hipster named Derrick. Derrick does music, and I've subscribed to his channel. Scott(?) wanted to hook up with me, so I gave him my number and told him we would get together another time, but it wasn't going to happen tonight. I don't know why I'm so averse to hooking up in person. Much anxiety, so avoidance. I was gonna take Donny home, it being his birthday and all, but then a drunk black girl asked for a ride home, as she was new in town. I took her home, but she couldn't remember her gate code, so I offered to let her crash at my place until morning, when she'd presumably remember it. She met Mousey, and even kept calling him Mousey before I even told her his name. Must be psychic or something. And she cried holding him, so that's a huge point in her favor. Her roommate finally called back, and offered to meet her outside, so I drove her home a second time.
On the way back, a car pulled up next to me, and who should it be but Scott(?). My night being officially over, I invited him home and we fucked for a while before passing out.
It was a great night, and about the billionth reminder that I can't trust my sense of energy when I'm home alone.
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