This could be more eloquent and well structured. But it isn't.

So I went and got myself a fuckbuddy. She's great in bed, she's apparently of the opinion that I'm not too shabby. We're pretty remarkably different from one another, though.

• She likes being out in nature and dislikes the city. I'm of the exact opposite opinion.
• She can only sleep in complete silence. My tinnitus makes complete silence pretty painful.
• She's a morning person who wakes up at 8 in the morning. I go to bed at 8 in the morning.
• She's in uni, which means she can pull off the whole "academic studies" thing which I could never do properly.

We have had the "I don't see myself falling in love with you anytime soon" talk once or twice. She seems to not believe me at all when I say that feeling is mutual, seeing as I'm apparently... cuddly, for lack of a better word... and that must mean I'm desperately in love or something. OR she's gauging my interest to see if she can tell me she might be falling for me. The odd "hello let's not talk about anything in particular, how was your day?" phone call strikes me more as "I'm crushing on you a little bit" than anything.
But of course, I could be wrong and just reading into things way too much.

On the bright side, she's smart, intelligent, funny, and the sex is as previously mentioned pretty great. All with a body that, while it won't get her a modeling contract anytime soon, I enjoy very, very thoroughly.


Random thing I found almost ominous but mostly amusing: Above mentioned girl and I spent the night together a few weeks ago, the day after which she was going to see one of her friends. When I casually asked what they'd be doing, the answer I got was "girl talk". When I inquired what that was, exactly, I was informed I might come up as a topic of conversation. I actually hate it when people talk about me without me being there, but I'm trying to be more accommodating and nice and normal and not-crazy so I didn't say anything more about it. Anyways, a week or so passes and we're meeting up again, this time with our friends (bar round type thing), including fuckbuddy's --I really should call her something nicer than that... Let's call her M --, M's friend who she had the girl talk with.
While I don't know what, exactly, or in how much detail I came up during this girl talk, I know I came up. If I hadn't, M's friend's gaze wouldn't have darted down to my crotch for the millisecond it did when we shook hands. Nor would it have gone from me to M to me again the way it did.

But I'm rambling. tl;dr Now have fuckbuddy, not girlfriend.

Future. Career. That sort of thing.

I can't help but feel as though I'm setting myself up for a job as a supervisor of some sort down the road. I'm not particularly awesome in any area of my field, but I seem to have more of a basic understanding of all the general areas regardless.

Also, when people I barely know refer to me as an up and comer, or a talent, or whatever, I sooo want to correct them and tell them what a hack I actually am, even though I know they'd tell me I'm wrong/modest/whatever.

Furthermore, treating your boss like a five year old because he's drunk off his ass and making sure he gets into a cab okay is... weird. I'd always been under the illusion that once we all passed the age of 20-ish we'd stop acting like children, drunk or not. Turns out I was wrong. Very, very wrong. Oh well. My boss-person trying to trip me at 11pm on a thursday night because... I dunno... I was trying to convince him he should just get a cab and go home... I'll just chalk it up to him being, as mentioned above, drunk off his ass, and not really knowing what the fuck he was doing. Seeing how he feels and confronts tonight's events tomorrow will be interesting.

Walking home from the subway last night I saw a girl. We were walking opposite directions so I got a pretty good look at her face. She'd been crying. Her makeup had started running at some point and it looked like she'd wiped her tears with her sleeve. I wanted to stop and ask her if she was okay, but it was too late,; We'd already passed each other. To talk to her I would've had to raise my voice or run and catch up with her. Either option would've just made her uncomfortable and it would all just be an awkward mess. A strange boy running up to you and asking you if you're okay when you've already had a less than stellar night is not something interpreted as the genuine friendliness it might be, unfortunately.

I hope she's feeling better now.