From Mexico to France

So work has been decent yet uneventful lately. Pretty even money, especially being summer and all.
I am glad to see that most of my regulars still frequent the club, reliable money is always nice!
I really want some new outfits, but I have such a difficult time deciding on which ones to get.

I went out on a 'date' with a French guy that is here for PhD work last night. The reason date is in quotes is that I really didn't want it to be a date, but I'm pretty sure that's how he saw it. Oh well. Saw the dictator and was disappointed. Definitely nowhere near as great as Borat, the greatest movie of all time. We ended up making out-so much for the whole not a date thing.

I guess when I got home I had the urge to call the Mexican, so I did. He didn't answer, but when I woke up this morning I had 203943 missed calls and voice mails from him. I think it's the most he's ever called me before. The reason I woke up is that I heard someone banging on my window. The Mexican.

"Just checking to make sure you're alright."

"Uh, yeah...sorry I called you last night, I was drunk."

Then we conversed a bit. It was mostly him asking about work. Even when we're not dating he can't seem to handle it.

Anyways, it was weird. We hadn't talked in 2 weeks, and I only called him once. Great that he's more concerned with my well-being when we're not dating than when we were.

The Ex invited me to a movie the other night, but I was working. Definitely not interested in starting anything up with him again. Ever.

Well, here's to hoping Wednesday night is a rich one.