I have a new job working at Red Wing shoes. The majority of the people who come into the store are men who have labor-intensive jobs like construction or mechanics. It's funny, but they are nicer and easier to sell to than the women at Victoria's Secret. Also, I'm working with my friend Randy. He's actually better at training me than the manager is. The only complaint I have is that I'm working more hours than I'd like to. I'm already behind in two classes.
Last night I went out to New World Brewery with Mary and her friend Matt (and his roomate, whose name I can't remember right now). While we were there, Shawn (Mary's boyfriend), Randy, April (Randy's girl), and some giy I don't know showed up. Shawn was wearing one of my shirts (I gave it to Mary, and Mary gave it to him). It didn't really fit him; it was creeping up and showing part of his stomach. I kept giggling about it. He also thanked me for the other shirt that I gave him. He'd tried to steal it so many times, and I don't wear it anymore, so I decided to give it to him as a present. I bought a rose for him (Shawn) as we were walking down Seventh, and Mary gave it to him for me. I don't really know why I did that... Maybe because he took my advice and bought Mary a dozen roses for her birthday. Anyway, Shawn was really nice to me and hugged me when I left. I've been wanting to make friends with him for a while (esp. considering he's Mary's boyfriend), so it makes me feel good when he's nice to me.
Now, on to the paranoid inner workings of my psyche:
I had this beautiful dream last night. I was living in a a church, and I had a daughter. Ryan (the bookstore man) was living with me, but I think that status of our relationship was unclear (it seemed to me to be non-sexual). Then I heard the answering machine message he had recorded. It said something about me and my daughter and how we were the two girls he loved the most in his life. Crazy.
I think this dream is a result of my aniexty over Ryan's friend, Marissa, who has a three-year old daughter and went out of her way (Marissa did, not her daughter) to introduce herself to me, making me feel a bit like she was trying to claim Ryan as "hers". It also involves this insanely romantic movie I was watching last night before I fell asleep (something with Marissa Tome in it; can't remember the name). Also, I think the conversation I had with Mary the other night about how I'm really looking for a serious relationship was worked into that dream...
Sometimes I really have to wonder why I am such a freak. I've been waiting around for some man I barely know to call me for weeks now, and now that he has agreed to go out with me, I think it's not going to happen. Oh yeah, I don't think I mentioned that... I called him the other day and finally asked him out. He said that we could do something early this week, but when I told him Wednesday was the only night I have free, he said he would call me Monday so we can make plans... Oh crap, that probably means he didn't really want to go out with me, or he would have made plans right away. I really need to stop analyzing everything so much. I am driving myself crazy...
Anyway, he did agree to see me this week, although his friends from Boston are in town... I guess that says something, right?
11:25 a.m. - Sunday, Jan. 25, 2004
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