The Waxing (And Waning) Of Infatuation

Yeah, as soon as Party Girl has a day off and The Intern shows up, all is forgotten.

I call her The Intern only because she will be with us until this Saturday and then she'll be interning somewhere else. Interestingly enough, she's Party Girl's roommate.

They don't say the best things about each other when the other's not around but that's forgivable because what roommates don't? It's funny how when people tell me about another's "flaws" I take a moment to imagine them doing that very thing on the projector inside my head.

Intern: "That PG is so crabby around me!"
Me: "She's not really that way around me..."
Intern: "Well, you don't live with her!"

(A pause. I see flashes of PG being "crabby," ignoring me while we were waiting in line, disappearing in a crowded club for a while, then re-emerging with a pissed-off look. Wait. That was a month ago when we went out...)

Me: "Yeah, I can see that now..."

I haven't talked much about The Intern because of the little fact that she's got a boyfriend. Intern had a thing for me a little while ago and me her, but after I found out about "him" I decided to back off. My resolution of "No women with boyfriends" clause was in effect. Thus, not that many entries. She is pretty hot, though...

Anyway, we're getting a group together to go out and play pool tomorrow night. There should be a nice bunch of us. B is coming, but this time she won't be the ONLY girl. At least I'll have someone to flirt with.

(...)

I noticed there are awkward moments when I talk to Intern that always drive me crazy. Like I should be saying something... or something. But I'm not really a crack-a-joke kind of guy, and I refrain from toilet humor as much as possible (stay away from the dick jokes...) So there are these pauses between us that just feel so out of place sometimes. Ack!

I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

Despite the boyfriend thing, I admit that I am taken with her a little. She's nice to talk to. And we make goofy faces at each other or play that hand-slapping game (I always take the playfulness as a good sign.) I can't really read her though. I don't know if she's too much of a princess (she comes from a pretty wealthy family,) or if she's down-to-Earth. I sometimes think I bore her (because of the awkward silences,) yet she manages to "look" for me during work, and makes an effort to say hi to me. So I don't know.

Definately cute, though.

It's infatuation. But this is always the case in my life. Next week it'll probably be PG again. Unless another girl comes along...