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Sunday, August 14, 2005

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

That was my intention with him. I figured that the longer I went without seeing him, the faster I would get over my crush on him. So when Batman's sidekick* called me 3 weeks ago and asked me if I wanted to go to the local bar, I said no. I knew that this bar was his bar and I knew that chances were high that I would see him there if I went. But she twisted and pulled and tugged at my arm until I caved in and agreed to go with her. And who am I kidding? Of course I wanted to run into him.

Forget the fact that he called me while I was in NYC. Forget the fact that he called me while I was in Colorado. I couldn't see him and I was having way too much fun without him. Out of sight, out of mind.

But then I came back. And life returned to normal. I was working late, getting back into my exercise routine, catching up on blogs, and maintaining a tranquil status quo. That is, until 2 weeks ago.

My SS friend** calls me and asks if I want to go to a CD release party with her. The guy releasing the CD is a mutual friend, so of course I happily accept the invitation. So I put on my best skank-ho, rapper-groupie attire (the CD is of the hip hop genre - so I wasn't about to show up dressed as Scientist Merry Widow...I had to change into bootylicious Merry Widow,) I meet a friend at the pub for a few pre-show drinks, and then we both head out to the party, primed for a night of socializing, laughing, and dancing. And you know what? He never even crossed my mind that night. Out of sight, out of mind...that is until we finally showed up at the party.

We pulled into the parking lot, right next to his car. "Shit." I whisper under my breath. "What's wrong?" my friend asks. "Oh nothing. That's his car. He's here." "Did you guys have a fight or something?" "No, nothing like that...I just don't want to see him. I'm trying to get over my crush and...well...out of sight, out of mind, you know?" "Do you wanna leave?" "No, no...I'll be fine. I'm here to see other people anyway. Good times will be had," I proclaim as I grab one of my 8 million new purses and get out of the car.

We walk in and right away I hear him calling out my name, "MERRY WIDOW!!! I was just asking J if you were gonna show up. Where have you been?" "You know where I've been. I was on vacation." "I know, but didn't you get back like a week ago? Why haven't you called?" "I don't know...I've been busy at work." This was the truth. I had a presentation to give the week following my return from NYC/Colorado and I had been staying at work late to get it done and perfect it. At that just that moment, I spot another friend of mine, so I excuse myself to go and say hi. Later on, Batman's sidekick pulls me aside and whispers, "You know, he's been watching you all night." "Like stalking me?" I jokingly ask. "That's just my luck...I always get the psycho ones." "No! You know what I mean, he's just keeping an eye on you." I let a small smile form on my face, but inside I was jumping up and down, doing flips and cartwheels and squeeling with joy. "That's cool." I casually comment. But I knew that no matter how hard I tried not to physically see him, no matter how much he was out of sight, he had now entered my mind, found a big, relaxing, reclining chair, and made himself comfortable right smack dab in the middle of my restless brain.

And since then, it's been impossible to get him out of mind...he's been in my sight every night since.

Footnotes:
*obvious alias
**another cryptic codename

posted by The Merry Widow at 9:11 PM |

15 Comments:

Commented by Blogger mrtl:


Ok MW. I'm a pro at this self-sabotage shit. I'm sure, being a scientist and all, that you have an inventive mind. You really want to get over him? Try the following exercise.

Start imagining. Imagine him doing something completely skeezy and egregiously skuzzy and icky. Use your imagination. Whatever he's done, he now disgusts you. The thought of him even looking at you with those beady eyes or talking to you with his weasly voice makes your stomach turn. Work your way all the way through, to kicking his ass to the curb and then driving quickly through the puddle of crap in the road in front of him to splash him.


August 14, 2005 11:25 PM 
Commented by Blogger Pissy Britches:


Ok. I am confused.
Are you really trying to get over him or do you really like him and don't want to get over him.
I know..I am out of it..It is Monday morning..what can I say?


August 15, 2005 8:50 AM 
Commented by Blogger The Merry Widow:


Pissy: Welcome to my world...I don't want to like him because I know that deep down he's not the one for me. But at the same time I really do like him. Not to mention that he's HOT.

Mrtl: I'm definately gonna try your exercise...just not right now. Hehehe...having too much fun at the moment.


August 15, 2005 9:17 AM 
Commented by Blogger Random and Odd:


since he's on the couch...you might as well get comfortable yourself.

I swear though, you better not be posting any sappy ass poems and stuff!!


August 15, 2005 3:11 PM 
Commented by Blogger The Merry Widow:


Kristine: LOL! The only poems going through my mind right now are pornographic. Bow chaka bow bow...


August 15, 2005 3:42 PM 
Commented by Blogger some girl:


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August 16, 2005 8:34 AM 
Commented by Blogger some girl:


I totally love Mrtl's way of getting him out of your head. I tried it with my problem guy except at the end of my imaginary skeevie moment, I forgave him and we had fantastic make-up sex.


August 16, 2005 8:36 AM 
Commented by Blogger Pissy Britches:


Ok. I see. I am no longer CONFUSED.
So if he is hot and you like him..why is he NOT the one for you?


August 16, 2005 8:39 AM 
Commented by Blogger Jessie:


Yo, I totally know what you mean. Why the heck do they have to be so hot sometimes? It would be so much easier if the boys we arent supposed to date all had uni brows or something, and the good ones all had this magical ray of light shining down on them all the time.....ok, i am getting a little out of hand here...

in conclusion, sometimes, boys are too distracting for their own good!


August 16, 2005 9:18 AM 
Commented by Anonymous debutaunt:


All boys are bad. Especially the hot ones.

Good thing we love them anyway. Otherwise they would all hook up with farm animals.


August 16, 2005 10:32 AM 
Commented by Blogger little sister:


Wow...I've been out of pocket.

Just a gut feeling that he's not the one for you? Or is he a total player or something? just wondering...

and hey, Kristine - what's that about sappy as poems?


August 16, 2005 9:03 PM 
Commented by Blogger Big Heavy:


you know you want to jump him, just go do it.

then the chase will be over, he'll step out on you, you'll feel like crap for awhile, get over it, and move on to find the right man for you.


August 17, 2005 10:31 AM 
Commented by Blogger The Merry Widow:


Some Girl: LOL! I totally get into fights sometimes for the sole purpose of having make-up sex.

Pissy: I don't know...He's too much of a thug, I guess.

Jessie: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That would be a perfect world, wouldn't it? Maybe I should use Mrtl's method but just imagine him with a unibrow instead.

Debutaunt: You're absolutely right. I've met his ex.

Little Sis: Player? Check. And lol on the sappy poems. I just got caught up on your blog. Besides, Kristine shouldn't talk with her 40 reasons why she loves Shaun list that she posted.

Big Heavy: Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. The guy I'm talking about has been around for a little while. (He's also known as Guy #6 to some people.)


August 17, 2005 1:02 PM 
Commented by Blogger The Recovering Straight Girl:


Excuse me, Merry Widow... I just returned to civilization after days in the wilderness looking for Big Foot and I come home and immediately check my girlfriends blog, and she's talking about some GUY???? I thought things were going so well between us?


August 19, 2005 12:29 AM 
Commented by Blogger David:


you are such a riot - i did not know what I was missing - now I am half way caught up. Is your real life this fun?


August 21, 2005 9:35 AM 

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