mr. busy

i've been seeing mr. busy (my cap) again. along with mr. 5-years-ago. in fact on sunday night i saw them both.

i kissed 2 boys & i liked it.

actually, i more like attacked mr. busy. which he was super happy about. thanks for the "dinner," said i. no, thank YOU. said he.

mr. busy is busy living up to his moniker. i asked him if he wanted to do dinner the other night (for real). he was busy getting ready he said. i texted, you around this weekend? thinking what is he getting ready for? sure enough he sends me back an e-mail today with a list of all the people he is meeting & things he is doing so that he won't have time until mid-next week to see me.

hence mr. busy.

in an interestingly-insightful move, i realize this is why i like mr. busy so much. he likes people. rather, he loves people.

on our first date i asked him to tell me about himself. first words out of his mouth - i really like people.

so tonite i write him back that i remember this, and that is one of the coolest things about him. i'm sure he'll be jaw-droppingly-shocked, as before when we dated i was whiney about why don't you want to see me. his little litany of appointments is his way of telling me it's not that i don't want to see you...(i do tend sometimes to regress to the comment about being last on his agenda, which he denies.) since we're not dating & he has no reason to need to explain his whereabouts to me, he is telling me to make sure i really know i'm not last - he isn't blowing me off.

i look forward to seeing you again when you have time, says i.

i wonder what he will do when i tell him how much i like it that he likes other people.

the coolest thing about people that don't blow off people to see you, is that they don't blow you off either. mr. busy has never once let me down when he said he'd meet up. he could also be called mr. dependable, which is one reason, in spite of all the things that we don't have in common (as he rightly pointed out last time we dated), i keep coming back to try to get on his agenda. well, that & his "dinners." ;)

i'm noticing lately too that mr. busy doesn't want to leave when he comes over. & offers me to stay long when i visit him. which i refuse, being tired & all, but especially knowing that hanging around too long was one thing that made our previous relationship lose steam. but regardless, i am curious about this new little event. two times doesn't make a trend (knows i, from my job) yet - changes in behavior do show something. different.

so anyhow, to point out the obvious moral of the story: similar to when i never heard from the jerk the day after he said all his dates had been "what was her name again?" when people tell you things about themselves: LISTEN.

people don't change

about a year after not seeing the bachelorette bi*ch (remember how she didn't want me in her wedding? and my friend/turned her friend not to go?) i decided to text & say hello. in the spirit of reconciliation, which seems to be permeating my life. since she has been looking at my myspace page nearly every week it seems during this time (yea trackers) it seemed like she might want to work something out.

so i do. and eventually, after a few weeks of texts, we talk. last night she called. (i guess mr. busy called her & they prob talked about me, since i told her i'm seeing him again.)(i met him through her.)

and i remembered why we aren't friends. it didn't take her long to call one of my friends wierd - actually the one that i just met up with in vegas, from la. and to question if my friend/turned her friend really had a baby with that same guy, and yes it's still a complicated situation, relationship-wise. but everyone knows everything & they are all ok with it so whatever.

this morning i wrote her, that to follow up on her comments in the broadest sense, yes, me and my friends were still wierd. but we were very happy. with our wierdness. smiley. she wrote back i don't know what you're talking about. so i mentioned the part about mr. la. it was about him not meeting up with me when he said. i deserve better than that, she responds smiley.

i respond, oh you mean the time one of his (small plane) engines died & he almost crashed & couldn't make it? yes, we're still friends. in fact this time my compulsively-lying co-worker really screwed him over after he lost his wallet, after he came over from LA to show us a good time. poor guy.

b*.

sigh.

oh, so she did tell me about her wedding. 3 sentences. oh, we got married on the beach. it went well. married life is about the same as before.

to which i roll my eyes, remembering how she wanted to hook up with mr. NY. the night of her bachelorette party. who told me that himself, he knew it. and i hear her tell me that this guy she met on the islands & went to see when she was still single is now married & has been calling her ever since wanting to meet up.

so anyhow, in spite of her married bliss, i think, well, if this is the extent of the explanation about why i wasn't in her wedding, we just weren't gonna be able to work anything out.

i had lunch today with my former hip-hop teacher & a friend that did my hip-hop showcase with me. that was a blast. i told them about ms. bi*ch & they both said you know, you should kill her with kindness. she is so unhappy. just be like, oh that's awesome! i'm so happy for you...blah blah blah.

yes. some people don't change.

but clearly, we hip-hop girls do - so mature and wise. whatever happened to us. i guess all the bitchy got hopped out of us.

whatever happened, i'm lovin' it.