Weekend Review

I went home to Iowa this past weekend, and alas, it wasn't quite as eventful as it usually is. On Friday I hung out with Jay for a few hours before he had to go to class. It was actually quite nice; it was just like how it used to be when we were good friends before we started dating. We were just talking about nonsense shit and I didn't even feel weird talking about all the boys that I had met in the past months and we even talked about his little drunk venture when he had sex with that chick I had mentioned in a previous post.
Instead of going out Friday night I decided to stay home. Thing is, I never just stay at home when I return to Iowa; I'm always going out. But this night I decided that I'd stay home, watch Conan and go to bed at midnight...just like the ol' times. : ) That evening while sitting around watching tv, and also while laying in bed, five different guys called me. Ross, Steve, JD ( a guy in my speech class), Brock, and Brandon - a kind of friend from State Center. I ignored every call, except for JD's, just because we just started talking and so I thought it rather rude to ignore him. Steve left a voice mail saying, "I thought we were supposed to fucking hang out this weekend. I don't know if you're mad at me or something. But anyways, call me back!" I just laughed as I heard that.
On Saturday I didn't do too much either. That night I headed into Ames to party with Rachel, but there was no real partying to be had. I just had a couple of pink lemonade with vodka drinks and got a little buzzed. Steve was there and we were talking and getting along and whatnot. Later on we headed into Steve's friend Ryan's room and Steve and I were sitting on this really small couch. I was trying to sit at the very end of the couch as to not get too close to Steve, so as not to give him the wrong idea. But he had his arm spread out over the top of the couch and a few times I felt his fingers caress my shoulder. This bothered me, but I let his pass for he never made any further move and he didn't persist in doing so for long. But after about the 4th time I pulled my shoulder down and said, "Steve, stop it!" He made some comment and threw a slight fit. And now as I saw today, he thinks I'm mad at him. No, I'm not fucking mad, just annoyed that he made that comment. I just didn't want Steve to touch me.
On Sunday, I took it easy and just lounged around at home for awhile. I took a walk with Rachel and her dog and we had a lovely conversation about relationships and such. And then I jogged and took a shower and got ready to go home.

And now I'm in Minneapolis. : )