Eleven words was all it took to snap me right back into reality.
It wasn't so much that it was painful to my heart.
It's more like my ego got a roundhouse kick to the jaw.
Ouch.
I was told that in the years of knowing CG, apparently it is usually common policy to keep a friendly distance from the ladies he brings around--they get swapped out so often, after all.
CG, it seems, only appears to be the "bleeding-heart, sensitive" type... in all actuality he's more like the "ultimate playboy with a preference for girls with a BMI ≤ 20" type.
So they say, anyway.
I think I'll take their word for it and cut my losses.
So, of course, I called him one last time (and of course he didn't answer) then deleted his number and gave it to a friend (you know, in case I ever really need it).
The fact that I found out that the "girl of the moment" is always some thin extremely vapid, empty-headed, beautiful girl is just plain insulting-- I am so not brainless and shallow. Shallow, sometimes (judge me if you will, to that I say *ahem*glass house*ahem*). Brainless, never.
Apparently, he's something of a big, flaky, noncommittal mess in general. So then the fact that he apparently often treats everyone in his life like they aren't worth a returned call or text at least makes me feel a little bit better (in that at least he's not just treating me worse than everyone else, he just doesn't care enough to treat me better...?) but it's still crap so I'm officially fading to black.
No hard feelings, though. I don't imagine that we'll never speak again--never is a long time, after all... I'm just finished with the whole "romantic elation" thing.
So R.I.P to the prospect of a whirlwind romance.
Moment of silence please.
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*Sigh*.
Ok, moving on!
In other news, overall, the trip to NYC was fun! But the whole jetsetting thing is getting to become kind of bittersweet, because all it seems to be doing is making me become increasingly dissatisfied with my life in Pittsburgh... I'm not exactly partial to the Pittsburgh "scene", and my desire to make serious moves towards becoming a model are only starting to burn more intensely. I'm not gonna lie, I'm slightly disappointed that I didn't meet anyone life-changing while I was in New York--but admittedly, that's clearly a reflection of the fact that I want my dream to just suddenly be handed to me, which is (sadly) a tad unrealistic...
On Saturday night, I went to the SNL after party w/ T.W... I met a frighteningly, um, "hyper" Joaquin Phoenix (who was definitely a
Andy Samberg was such a cutie in person, and I think I admittedly have a thing for slightly nerdy looking boys... Anyway, I promise I didn't try for any swirl action, though he was totally giving me "that look"...
And speaking of looks: everyone in NYC was gaga over my frohawk! It's as if it just never gets old, they eat it up out there like, "giiiirl, you so edgy, I love your style!!!" It became a running joke all week @ the amount of times I was approached about my "look"...
Sunday, I hung out for a bit with T.W. then met a new friend in the Village to watch Slumdog Millionaire... I cannot even articulate how amazing that movie was, so I won't even try. I will simply say I was crying within the first scene and I laughed and cried throughout the whole thing. There wasn't a dry eye or an untouched soul in that entire theatre. It's simply that good.
So, in a nutshell, I went to an awesome concert, hung out with some really cool people, saw the most amazing movie of my 22 years on this planet (go see it, y'all!), learned that my crush was a dead end, and went to a Saturday Night Live after party (not necessarily in that order).
Eventful weekend? Yes.
Life-changing? Not so much...
There's always next time though!
:)
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Cut Joaquin some slack...remember River???
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