euchre, flirting, & beer (not necessarily in that order)

after an eleven-hour night’s sleep, my friday was turning into a crapfest of pain, bordom and yawning. i was glad to get away from my work desk and come home to a kitchen-full of dishes and plans for a night in watching the movies i’ve downloaded over the last couple of days. i should have known the full moon would have a different plan in mind for me.
i figured that with karp in town, i wouldn’t see the friends this weekend and i was okay with that. i have so many household chores to do, i could use the time in. but, meg phoned and invited me over to play cards with them and karp. i would finally get to meet mark’s infamous friend and learn how to play euchre. i was intimidated. mark & he have been friends since third grade and meg loves him a lot. how would mark’s old friend and meg’s old friend get along? only the shadow knows…
fuck, i’m way overdramatic today. sorry.
anyway, karp is a riot and we got on like gangbusters. it’s obvious that he and mark grew up together. they even tell stories similarly. i drank a couple too many beer (which, for me, means four instead of two) and started to flirt. i couldn’t help it! he was cute and has a deep voice. he would hum while he was deciding what card to play and i thought i could feel the floor vibrate. my internal dialogue while sitting across from him went something like:
mm, he’s cute. nice eyes. look at those hands!
stop that!
*flips hair*
i said stop that!
why? he’s cute!
he also lives far away!
so did paul. and jason.
and look how those turned out.
hrmf.
what do you want? a quick bonk in the spare room?
is that so wrong?
yeah, the bed squeaks.
oh, right.
smarten up.
*eye contact*
you’re not listening.
*fingers in ears* la la la! i can’t hear you!
geez… thank god he’s leaving town tomorrow.
but i have pretty underwear on!
*sigh*
when i left (at quarter to four. in the morning.), we shook hands and expressed our mutual gladness to meet the other and learn new card games. i was struck with a sudden urge to hug him. i didn’t, of course. i wanted to, though. really bad.
i got home and stayed up for another hour or so and then finally crashed. when my eyes opened at quarter to nine (four hours later) i catagorically refused to wake up and went back to sleep for another couple hours. now i’m finishing up my dishes, finally, getting the laundry done and in a bit, going shopping before the canuck’s last gasp. despite all the chores, i’m having a damn fine day. flirting really puts me in a good mood!