Drinks With The Girls

Earlier tonight, Liz calls me up and asks about a particular book she and Steph leant me, a few months back. We get to talking and they invite me out to have drinks with them and Chelsea.

The bar is Lemming’s, and it’s quite cool – a short bit up Damen, and a very relaxed atmosphere. The whole time, I’m having a great talk with both Steph and Liz. We’re there for about two to three hours, and in that time Chelsea leaves. Liz, Steph and I stumble our way home, down Damen, walking arm in arm.

To be able to hang out with such beautiful women is a good thing, and I feel lucky and special, walking down the street, arm in arm with them.

Everytime I see Chelsea though, I get sadder. Not because of her or anything she does – I think it’s some trigger inside me. I wish it would go away so I could be friends with her again, and just let things move on to wherever they need to move on to. But each time I see her, I don’t see her as a separate person. I see her happier beacuse of my absence.

Tomorrow night, we’re all going to watch Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf. I’m excited as hell about that – we’re all going to get smashed, and the movie is going to be great. I’m looking forward it.

Every few weeks, I end up trying to hang out with Chelsea. And I knew, back when we broke up, things would be difficult. Anymore, I know she has her own life, and is travelling along her own path. And each time I see her, despite this knowledge, I wind up getting sad and mopey and all this bullshit comes up.

This has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me.

Deep down, I know I need to move on.

I’d just really like to do so now, please.