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Project 365

Above is the link to my Project 365 blog. I'm going to post the first picture tomorrow. Probably won't be until evening that I post the picture, but it will be there. And this project to the list of my goals. Hopefully I will do well! I may not post every day, but there will be a picture taken every day...that's the point right *wink*

Now that that's out of the way. I need to vent.

One of the guys I work with - who I met/became friends with/hung out with because of B - asked me about a month ago if I wanted to play VB with them again this Spring. I said SURE! I mean, B still has his issues of texting me now and again and flirting. *sigh* Will it ever stop?! I think probably over time, but every time I think that, I get another text. Anywho...So, B would be on the team again, but I can handle it. I don't have an issue with it. I'm an adult.

Apparently B is not...

I'll explain. Yesterday, my friend L and I (who now sits right next to B's cube at work and tells me all sorts of interesting things about him) walked over to PSub for lunch and we were sitting there jabbering our lips off when she brings up the subject of VB and B has a team and he's short players and why in the world wouldn't he have asked her to play...she must not be athletic looking...blah blah blah....

Hold. The. Phone. Did you say VB and THEY ARE PLAYING NOW??! Um, I didn't know they had the teams set up already. I was SUPPOSED to be playing with them. Apparently I'm not on the team this time...

So, I've been stewing about it for a half a day and today I see the mutual guy friend who has originally asked me to play, and I just ask him how VB was going... I'm not a "sit on it and let it rest" kinda gal. He gets a smirk on his face and says, "you'll have to talk to B about that...I offered your name as a player and he wasn't having it".

Ugh. That's F'ing ridiculous!!!

So, I told said friend of ours that I thought that was pretty funny that he didn't want me around to play on the team since he still texts me all the time...

"Oh, he sends you mean texts...?" He says.

"Nope...not mean at all...rather 'friendly' texts" I say "I even got one while you guys were in Vegas..." He seemed to find this quite interesting. *Evil Grinch Grin*

Mwah Ha Ha Ha Ha....

It was probably wrong of me to make B look bad like that....But I couldn't help myself (and it IS the truth). I keep trying to move past it and just be friends, but he can't seem to get over it. And actually telling someone that he DOESN'T want me around. Yeah right! Don't make me pull out my cell phone text history!

I guess I really shouldn't care, but it sucks. I love volleyball and I had a blast last year (with the exception of this). I was so excited to play again this year when JW asked me. PLUS, I showed up to E.V.E.R.Y. game. Which is more than I can say for everyone else. Plus...well, it really hurts my feelings. A lot. I can't help it. I just does... And its really disappointing.

Now, I have to try and control myself not to send him a nasty text or email about it.


Max's Mommy said…

But Yay for P365!!
Anonymous said…
So how did you do on goals today????

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