What a strange evening. A strange day. Eventful, yet not. Shopping with Davey turned into shopping with Davey and her sullen boyfriend. His negativity astounds me and I dislike his company equally as much as I like it. He's likable but baffling to be around.
After a wondrous three-hour meal of very good food and incredible wine, slipped into a food coma and lazed back at the house. Staying in to escape the blustery cold. Butch and I agonized over bad movies and good movies and the many different reasons we each have for being desperately interested in seeing certain movies we're almost sure will be very good, but that we do not want to see right now (but when?). Got to talking about making movies again and finally, decided to look at some cameras. Some real ones that will set me back a lot financially, but will take up at least a year or two of our nights and weekends, happily. We both want projects like that, so we're going to do it. Hurrah.
Watched an excellent movie about love or the lack of it. Then started chatting with an old co-worker/acquaintance I've always had a fondness (in a buddy kind of way) for.
Has someone you really liked ever really disappointed you? I know the guy has a troubled family life, but I didn't know our chat, then help with job/moving offer, then phone conversation would turn into what it did. I think he wanted to have phone sex with me. And while I'm generally clueless in life, I've always been REALLY clear and good at picking up things like that with people. This, I walked into and was mired in well, well before I knew what was going on.
Gave him a million offerings of "not sure what you mean," and "what are you getting at," and "how old are your kids?" to save face. But he persisted and kept saying, "....well played. Well played. But c',mon. What are you in to?"
Awkward and depressing. I thought we were just friends.
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