I woke up this morning shaking because of a high fever... I think that it is the result of the weekend. My sister had her birthday on saturday, and we started the celebration with the family around 4 pm, I left her home the day after around 2 am to sleep a bit, and dinner again at noon at my father with the other part of the family. I fooled around with some friends of her, and it was fun, until a stupid guy decided to play trumpet with broken beer bottles... he started to broke some in the kitchen, and it was glass everywhere. I made him stop, and cleaned in order that nobody would walk on the glass pieces, and of course, I was the one that hurt myself. I cut my finger, not seriously, but it was a lot of blood, it was like a crime scene... At least nobody else was wounded.
Two friends of my sister (girls) were flirting with me, one said that alcool gives me a "damn sexy savage look". Hum... I would prefer to have it without being drunk... and too bad it was girls...
I came back home to welcome Yasmin's future husband that had just arrived from Turkey. They are not allowed to sleep in the same house untill they are married, and Yasmin asked if he could sleep at my place. I prepared the bed for him, but I didn't notice that my finger was still bleeding a lot, and I put some all over the couch, wich is now devastated... I brought the sofa cover to the dry cleaner, but the lady said she couldn't do that much. I'm really pissed about that.
Finally, they both crashed out in the sofa, and Yasmin's sister was pissed of because I let them sleep both at my place, and apparently it's a big drama. I tried to arrange the truth a little bit to dedramatise the situation, but not sure it calmed her down. Anyways, Yasmin and her fiancé were both really thankful to me, and I'm going to be their witness at the wedding :) I've never been at a wedding (not even my father's, he kept it secret from us untill it was done) so it's a big honor for me, and I'm looking forward. We had a drink to celebrate that yesterday evening, and Yasmin's friend that loves me was there too. I still had my black suit and tie from the dinner at my father's, and she said that I was hotter than ever, and started to be really "tactile". After a few drinks (I only had coke, but the other ones where drinking mojitos) she tried to kiss me twice... I guess that if I simply told her that I'm gay it would put an end to this endless game, but I'm not sure of her reaction. I'm affraid that she would go crazy and use that against me.
Erik texted on friday to know if he could come here and sleep at my place for the weekend. I told him I had no time with all I had to do. I don't know what he wants, he let me wait on him last week, and now he comes back. I don't know what game he's playing, but I'm not really sure that I want to see him again.
2 comments:
It just occurred to me that maybe you're Erik's "bit on the side." I could be wrong, of course. But whatever the reason for it, this "on again, off again" routine is strange, and it's clear that you're not his top priority.
Oh man, take care of that finger!!
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