And I believed them all

Just came back from a very relaxing and chill night in Denton with Daniel and friends. Drove out there to put a 'For Rent' sign at the Lipizzan property, ate some awesome tacos at Fuzzy's, and watched the end of Aliens at Hubbs' house (ahhh Ripley is so badass). I love houses with balconies...especially balconies that are trimmed with Christmas lights and have couches and beer pong tables. Fat Tire is also a very tasty beer...

So the plan was to hang out with Miriam on Fry Street around 10 pm. By the time we had finished our 4th beers and were on our way, I realized I left my I.D. in my car...in Plano. I called Miriam and apologized profusely about not being able to come out and that I'd see her on Saturday for her bachelorette party. We went back to Hubb's house and watched a series of mindless and stupid cartoon TV shows on Adult Swim, which I embarrassingly will admit to having enjoyed...immensely ("A fist is just one hand praying by itself").

I'm about to go to bed...I just wanted to make a note of how I have the most difficult time believing what guys say. Trust issues? Maybe so. I just can't take a guy's words for face value, and it would certainly be nice if I could. But I guess guys are like girls; they can also have a lot of insecurities they don't want to expose for fear of scorn, rejection, or apathy. Perhaps it's a habit I've fallen into. If I keep this up, I'll forever get burned by initial reactions to my advances, not fully understanding the nature of the opposite sex (pardon, more like embracing rather than understanding). I'll figure it out one day. I have a good man who is patient enough to wait until then.