I’ve been battling a cold or flu or something this week. When I arrived at group dinner, I felt off. I was early as usual, and everybody else was a little tardy as usual. Claire’s boyfriend joined us this time for a change which the dynamics of our normal group dinner different.
Marcus was the first to arrive, and I immediately felt myself bristle. Why? Was it because I wasn’t feeling well or because things had been so weird the last time he and I had gone out on our non-date date? The night where we said too much and drank too much? The night he should have at least made out with me?
I definitely knew I didn’t feel like putting up with anybody’s bullshit even his. And I told him that. He laughed, “Well, you’re in a mood.” I nodded in agreement.
Most of my dinner conversations were with Claire, a handful with her boyfriend, and but a few with Marcus. I didn’t want to talk with him because all I wanted to do was talk with him. Does that even make sense? Dear lord, I’m losing my mind. Continue reading “You’re In A Mood”