I have passed him in the halls several times a day for the past 4 years and occasionally we exchange a hello but certainly nothing more. Even if we are the only individuals in the elevator, words are not spoken. He was at the party tonight and we chatted like crazy. I took extra large gulps of my nasty tasting beer in hopes I would not run out of things to say. We spoke of the president and grant writing and lab work and moving labs and how I am not friendly with people in his lab. He said we should have a 5th floor party and I said great, I'll just get to know them and then you will run along to the new building.
Jesse was checking out every single girl at the party and was pretty wasted. He was telling me of his deep saddness that the love of his life broke up with him and then he checked out a girl walking by and said "boobs". Nice, Jesse. Nice. I think guys tend to get over love by moving on to the next girl as quickly as possible. Girls tend to wallow and go through the healing process. I am not sure which is the better approach.
That guy's feelings looked really hurt when the sprinklers turned on.
I saw one of the people I belayed and he is totally signing up for the class tomorrow. He couldn't wait! I can't wait either... I think I am going to just suck it up and climb buddy-free. It will be sad but I really miss the climbing. [You should go too? You already have a built-in buddy.]
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i'd herad of jesse from jg. bummer. i don't think that looking at random boobs can decrease the sadness of having lost "the love of one's life". i'll try to send him an email.
at present i'm too ill (allergy and all the joy that brings - i think i'm becoming like the woman on the movie "safe". did you see that?) and too over-commited with work stuff to be useful to others ... or climb.
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