the tide is turning.

Okay, at the behest of Senior Year Roommate I am updating. I know, I've been slacking. So here goes. I'm pretty much dedicating this post to talking solely about Tech Guy. I've been starting to get a new perspective on my situation with him. Monday night I went out to dinner with Mac (this is an absolutely horrid nickname) - a new friend of mine that I met through Freshman Year Best Friend and who works at Apple (hence the bad nickname). So he and I were hashing through my whole saga with TG and it gave me some new perspective. I'm always used to talking about my man drama with other women, who usually say much of the same thing. Talking to men about it gives me a different viewpoint. So I'm mulling on some of the things we talked about.

Anyway. In the realm of sex, I'm still sexless and I was going to write this ridiculous rant about what happened last night, but I've softened a bit. Last night TG and I went to the movies to see 21 (I liked it, it was cute, you should go see it). Well, prior to that, I went to his place hoping to God to get some nookie. I laid out on the bed suggestively, praying that he would take the hint and go for it. Instead, he just fixed up his room, unpacked his bags, arranged his laundry. JESUS. I was pissed. Then, when he finally got into bed and we turned the lights off, I started snuggling in towards him. He let me for a while but whenever I would try and get friskier, he would just shrug me off and tell me he was "relaxing." Mmhmm. Then he told me I was a bed hog, which made me upset, so I crawled over to the other side of the bed so we weren't touching. He felt bad, so he put his arms around me and made me tell him about my day. Basically, that's how it went for the hour and a half we were in his room. I'd try something, he'd pull away. Rinse and repeat. I was freaking out and seriously had the worst case of female blue balls on earth! I wanted to shoot him. Well, actually I wanted to rape him, but that seemed a bit, well... wrong to me.

We went to the movie, yada yada. He drove me home. Nothing more than a pretty chaste kiss happened at all between us. I was getting nervous - maybe he's not attracted to me, maybe I'm hideously ugly, maybe I smell bad, etc etc. I mean, he always seems to enjoy hooking up with me and is always singing my praises about various um *acts* that I enjoy performing. So I thought it was good, but then all of a sudden he wants nothing to do with me.

Then today, he messaged me at work. Conversation follows: (re: plans for the weekend)

me: am i invited?

he: yes

      we can do sweeney todd in between, as well

      and each other =)

me: haha... and i was beginning to think you'd lost interest in doing me

he: yeah, sorry i was a big vagina yesterday. i don't know what the deal was

me: hahaha, it's okay.

he: you should have checked me for balls

me: haha. i was afraid you'd cry rape

So, I'm getting laid tomorrow. Thank the sweet baby Jesus. 

Okay, I'm in a scary meeting with engineers now, so I have to peace. But I updated!