The girls (the usual suspects) want to go out to a jazz bar on Lark Street so they ask me and I tell them about the place Dave took me on our first date exactly three months ago tonight. Savannah's. Sweet place. I loved it. The place has sentimental value to me. I didn't think about how much it would bother me that they would go there and make it their own. I hate to instill some "worldish" resentment on you, but like, I do consider this place mine. I found it. I knew about it first. I was there with Dave when I knew that things were going to go somewhere, that we had chemistry, that he turned me on, that I wanted to go on more than just this one date with him. Of course, in the end I was wrong in my prophesy but the emotions were still there. I can't drive past that place without thinking of how he held me closer whenever the door opened and cold air blew in.
I've just linked the girls to Justin's instead. Told them that it's better or some stupid lie like that. I don't need to hear about what a great time they had at Savannah's and how they've made it their own place. Conversely, I *really* don't care to listen to them talk it down in case they don't like it.
They're stupid anyways and I know I shouldn't let their opinion of Savannah's interfere with my own sentimental values attached to the place. Yet, I do. I've received enough criticism from one of the girls about how Dave's an asshole and that I did the right thing by cutting him loose and "being independent." She was yammering on about this the other day and I just sat there like "yeah...mhmm...right..." and finished it off with the typical "It's easier said than done" while I thought "Yeah, this coming from the girl who can't go one weekend without driving down to her boyfriend's college or having him come up here. Why am I listening to you?"
I'd like to be home so that I could really feel free to cry on my own schedule. I can't do that here which is probably why I'm getting the sense that I'm holding a lot of this in to last out when people do something stupid like asking me where I went with Dave on our first date.
