Solitary Confinement

So today, I asked New Girl what she was doing after work. She offered for me to come out when she and her friends go club-hopping, right after this loft party they were going to.

I was thankful for the invite, because I didn't have anything to do and I wanted to go out.

A few hours later, New Girl comes in and tells me there's a change of plans because they were gonna stay at their loft party all night, and that tomorrow's gonna be big, so I should go out Saturday.

Now I don't know New Girl that well, but she strikes me as a person who doesn't stay in one place for too long. So I think she was trying to artfully un-invite me without really doing so. All the while she had her hands in her pockets, a glazed look in her eyes, like she was just out last night until 10 this morning, and that kind of I'm-so-stoned-right-now demeanor. That, and she deftly left the room once I started getting paged and called. Actually, it was quite cleaver, if not coincidental, that she came in during the only lull I had that day.

I think this is the part where I should realize that she isn't the kind of person I want to be hanging out with right now. I did all of that when I was a bartender. And I don't need to be friends with a person who I can tell will let me down. Maybe I'm wrong, but the signs are all there, and I'm just calling a spade "a spade."

I guess it doesn't help that B is kind of giving me the brush-off as well. I only think so because her replies back to be are, like, two or three hours after I message her, and she's been "too busy" or "tired". It's likely that she's at home watching TV, but it doesn't help the fact that I'm still bored.

I don't like it when I'm bored. I start getting lost on a tangent of loathing for about thirty minutes, when really it's that I just didn't have concrete plans tonight and that nothing's wrong with me, and I should just go to bed.

Besides, I'm kind of enjoying these early Saturday mornings. I've a lot to do today, anyway.