What do you think about "us"?

I've given up thinking Friday is part of the weekend. It's not. You work most of your waking hours on Fridays, so it doesn't count. Saturday and Sunday are the weekend. End of story.

Needless to say, when I got home from work Friday night, I went straight to bed. Correction, I stopped by Cray-Z's house to give him some money I owed him (thanks again for helping me out, Cray-Z!) and then I went home and crashed. I slept from 8:30ishpm Friday to about 10ish Saturday. Thanks, Benadryl!

I ran on Saturday. I ran a lot BUT I'm definitely no more ready for the ING half marathon this weekend than I was when I half assedly started training a couple of months ago. Meh. I always say I do these things to say I was able to, not because I had a time goal. So thats what I'm doing.

After my run I walked to the park to meet L + J and all their fabulous friends at the park to play kickball. Now let me say I had intended to play kickball with them, but as I was walking to the park I just became so enamored by the weather and by the laziness and easiness of the day, I opted to just spectate. I spectated for over 3 hours. I walked home. Felt good.

I laid down for a nap and when I woke up around 7ish, I saw I had missed a call from good S. The last time I actually talked to good S was before I left for England and even then it was through email. I hadn't even seen him since I gave him my college TV and that was in February.  Intimate? Last year. September? October? Anyway...

So he was in my neighborhood. Down the street at a bar watching the NCAA tournament. Super. Want to come down? YES! Finally someone to watch games with me! Eat wings! Drink beer (cider)! So I go down to the bar and we have brews and chat and then hop on over across the street to another bar and do more of the same. Then the question.

"What do you think about us?"

I honestly didn't think I'd heard him correctly.

"What's that?"

"What do you think about us?"

Had he not had such a serious, business-like look on his face, I would have laughed from thinking he was joking with me. He wasn't joking.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not looking for a relationship"

"I wasn't asking you for one"

"So we're friends"

"(Uncomfortable laugh) Um, yeah. YEAH! OF COURSE! YEAH"

So awkward. Had I done something to prompt this? Was I fawning over him without realizing? I mean what? Where the hell did that come from? Became mortified just sitting there thinking I was throwing off some embarrassing vibe. I haven't been attracted to good S since the night we first got intimate. This was out of NOWHERE.

So when his friend showed up at the bar and came over to our table, I quickly excused myself and sprinted out of the bar. 

This is my life, folks. Super.