“Last time we talked, you were seeing someone.” It was a statement, not a question. I laughed bitterly.I failed at tailgating, mostly because I failed at properly transcribing phone numbers. Lame, Elizabeth, Lame. Also lame was my thought; "That's okay, I can just wander around until I find them. How big can a college football game be?"
“Funny thing about that; turns out I wasn’t.” He said nothing in response. “How about you?”
“My boyfriend is moving out here in January.”
“Long distance is really hard.”
“Yeah. But if you can do long distance, you can do anything.”
It was his turn to laugh. “I hope so.”
We fell into silence. Finally, “There’s something to be said for a fresh start.”
I nodded. “Don’t I know it. But there’s also something to be said for having someone.”
Um. Don't answer that question. Just take it for a start that I have never been to a football game, and actually thought University of Chicago's football games, where even free food fails to draw a crowd, were normal.
In any case, after thirty minutes of aimless wandering through the thousands or millions or whatever it was numbers of people tailgating, finding no one, I called it quits and biked home. *Sigh* Maybe next time I will not be so stupid on so many levels (seriously, this afternoon was a comedy of errors, complete with being mistaken for a man and breaking into my own apartment. Or something like that).
In more positive news, I finally met up with Becca, and we hiked around the "lake" (more like a meadow) and up to the satellite dish. It was tons of fun!
Also, when I got home, I got my check (I can pay the rent! W00!) and my neighbor said to me, "I have a year's worth of Nature. Do you want it?"
It is now proudly sitting on my bookshelf, in chronological order. I've been reading them online, but I should go through them some afternoon (read: tomorrow?).