singlegirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Skanky Strippers? Not For My Man. 2nd entry: New Topic So, I�m lying to my friends right now. This weekend is the bachelor/bachelorette party and Jeremy and I are not going. And yes, we�re not going because of me. Honestly, I was �fine� (and by fine, I mean I was okay with Jeremy going even though I think strip clubs are a glorified way for men to cheat and that it�s completely disrespectful of their significant other) with him going to a strip club with the boys. The only thing I requested is that he does not get lap dances. However, when I found out that the boys hired girls from an �escort� service and some other girls (some skanky neighbors) to attend to their every need while they play poker beforehand, I got pissed. These girls would be in a private home, naked, serving them drinks, sitting on their laps, etc. Strip clubs are one thing � there are laws and they are regulated � but hiring girls to service you in your home is another. Anything can happen. It�s not that I don�t trust Jeremy, but I don�t trust the girls and I don�t trust the other boys. I�ve known them for years and they are not to be trusted. But when I talked to Jeremy about it and how I was very uncomfortable with him being there he said, �I�m not going to go. I know how it makes you feel and I love you and I respect you too much.� I seriously have the best boyfriend in the world. I have asked him dozens of times since, if he�s sure that he doesn�t want to go and telling him that I don�t want him to resent me, but he�s fine. His only request was that we could make up a story about why we can�t go to our respective parties (oh, and because he�s not going to the bachelor party, he asked if I don�t go to the bachelorette party � only fair), because they guys will give him (and me) lots of shit. Luckily, his 15 year old niece just had a baby (did I tell you about this � she didn�t know she was pregnant until she was 8 months along�Jerry Springer, anyone?), so we are telling people that we are driving to his hometown on Saturday for a party for the baby Saturday night and a christening on Sunday at church (we are telling people that she asked Jeremy to be the godfather). That�s a pretty good story, especially since half of it�s true (she did have a baby � which actually means that Jeremy�s sister is a grandmother and his parents are great grandparents � crazy!). I just hate lying to my girls though. It�s so stupid. In other news, Jeremy�s friend, the one who is �dying to meet me� (his words not hers) has been keeping in contact with him, which is fine. However he invited her to hang out with us tomorrow night (we�re going out with friends to a Make a Wish Benefit concert), which means I have to look stunning. I also asked him if he thought she was attractive and his response was, �No. Not to me anyway,� which of course means she�s so fucking hot, it�s unreal. Plus all his work people will be there and I haven�t met most of them. And if you know me, you all know how painfully shy and insecure I am when I meet people for the first time. I never feel like I�m good enough. I hate it. So yeah, tomorrow I am working earlier hours so I can eat with my grandma and visit my grandpa. Then I�m going to have to rush home to make myself look fucking drop dead gorgeous (my eyes will be completely swollen from crying) so I can be at this benefit by 8:00. That�s when mass quantities of alcohol will have to be ingested. I just hope Angie (his friend) isn�t super gorgeous or all over him, because honestly, with my grandpa, the audit, and PMS this week, I�m not sure what else I can take. I hate how much meeting new people stresses me out. I think it�s because Jeremy has talked about me to these people for the past year and it�s the first time I�m meeting them. I feel like he�s built me up and they�re going to be all, �Why the fuck is he dating THAT?� when they see me. Although, Jeremy did tell me that when he describes me he includes in the description �she has a few extra pounds�. I told him that I�m going to start including in my description that he is �short a few inches�. But, at least they won�t be shocked when they see me. Jeremy has been supportive this week though. He�s been giving my thigh a massage every night. Oh yeah, that�s my other problem�I damaged my nerve when I fell up the stairs 2 weeks ago. I don�t remember if I wrote about it, but I was going up the stairs at work and I just fell. I fell with all of my weight (and since I �have a few extra pounds� you know it�s a lot) on the upper part of my right thigh. I have never had a bruise that hurt that badly. I couldn�t sleep on my right side, it hurt to pull my underwear down when I went to the bathroom � it just was so painful. The bruise (which was huge) finally went away and the skin started to itch and feel weird. Finally about 2 days ago I realized that my upper thigh was completely numb. I can�t feel it at all. Also, when I stand up or sit down, I have to do it from the side because pain shoots up and down the nerve (it�s the most painful thing I have ever felt), which makes it next to impossible to get in or out of a car or on or off the toilet. I peed in the shower this morning (which I have never done before) because I was so tired of having pain shooting down my leg. So yeah, I damaged my nerve and it takes weeks to heal. Which, is just the icing on the cake when you�re depressed, crying, PMS-ing and stressed. Part 3 will be about my weekend in New York and the wedding. 2:52 p.m. - June 23, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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