Last night was interesting. I found out that clothes don't make the person. I was able to let loose on the dance floor wearing my work jeans, long sleeved gray shirt, and dirty sneakers, my hair in a messy bun, and minimal makeup. But I also needed about 4 drinks to do that as well. Molly and I made an unexpected visit at the Scorch bar and gave them a show on the dancefloor. We even danced with a few guys too. It was a crazy, fun night. I was a little hungover this morning. But all is fine now.

And in other news...


Why did he call me? "Hey, this is Dudley, I'm in basic training! It sucks. Well you missed my call because you don't answer from strange numbers. I'll talk to you later."

And then Alisa's note: "If you want to talk, that's fine with me. I already told you I wanted us to, but you retreated into this ball of bitterness and I could not penetrate it. You should know that I was the one cheated on... not you. Dudley was dating me and having sex with you at the same time...and he was lying about it. So, if you want to call anyone a slut, you should direct your verbal assults towards someone who really needs to hear it. My numbers the same when and if you need to talk to me."

Alisa's note I found humorous. Dudley's phone call, not so much. I'm upset with him. And I have a feeling that I just want to drop all acrimony with Alisa. I don't know what to do so for right now it's best to let it rest. Not talk to either. Let him be the jerk he is and continue doing what he does best - manipulation and flirtation. Let her do what she does best - open her legs and punch out kids.