Back to the Bullshit....

So G did end up coming out here for two LONGGGGGG-ASS weeks. He got here on the 15th and the shit was lovely. My late ass didn't make it to the airport on time so I missed him coming from the gate. We met outside of the arrival area and kissed and hugged forever. There was a little white girl sitting there waiting for her sister and she was like "I want a welcome like that" Too cute. We then went to Chevy's for drinks and food and the way he looked at me and grabbed my hand just about drove me crazy. My best friend D came out and met us for drinks and we all had a good time. We left there and went back to the hotel I got for the 1st night and had the most incredible sex I have had in a long ass time. Saturday we came back to my house and chilled. Went to a party for my co-workers house and got totally drunk. Tuesday I had to leave for a mandatory conference in Seattle which totally pissed me off. But we got into it Tuesday night because I got pissed off over all the cleaning he was doing. That pretty much fucked up the whole trip. The rest of the 1st week we didnt' talk and we finally spoke on Saturday before going to a Beaver's game. We talked about a lot of shit but I had to go to the game for work purposes. We had a good time there.

The second week was cool. I only worked Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I took the day off and Thursday we flew to California for my friend's wedding. Had a blast in California and he left from California on Sunday flying back to Chicago. I cried like a baby when he left. It's been fucked up ever since. We hardly talk and when we do its about surface shit. I have a feeling he's meet someone else, but I cannot confirm that. I am drunk and my heart is broken.