On my way to hangoverland

It's 4:20 and I've just regain consciousness. I went out to dinner with a good friend from high school last night. He pointed out the fact that he did asked me out back then, I seriously don't remember. He would have made a better boyfriend then any of the assholes I was with back then. But hey, whatever, what is done is done. He did convince me to go downtown for an hour and a half. We had a lot of fun talking to his co-workers (he's a bouncer for SJ bar and grill) and making fun of American Idol while I threw down drink after drink. I ended up with 2 drinks, 2 shooters, and an AMF. Needless to say he had to help me to the bathroom before we headed back home.

I passed out before midnight. But prior to that, I had THE conversation with the guy I've been semi-involved with. We both know it's a horrible idea to be involved in any sort of serious way. It really sucks, but that's the way it's going to work. It's just that he's one of the few people I've ever known that knows how to make me happy. He knows what buttons to push. If the circumstances were different I would be with him in a minute. Well, I would have if he wasn't being an adult about it. I'm glad one of us is thinking for us. On the other hand, I'm really glad I have a chance to let this friendship foster rather then mucking it up with the whole relationship thing. Maybe in a couple of years. If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. At least this time I got my position clear. How rare is that...