Living

Living is all I have been doing.

City Year is coming to a close. We have about six weeks or so left until we officially graduate and I am so very ready. I am most definitely glad for choosing to do City Year, but I am also so very worn out with it all. My boss has been trying very hard to get me to come back as a Service Leader for my team but I don't think I am going to do it. I would still really love to be involved with the kids on Saturdays as an outside adult volunteer but I don't want to do the day-to-day of City Year anymore. Being a Service Leader would only add to all of the stress I had as a corps member.

Gap is going fine as well. They are going to move back into doing both stock and floor sales instead of just doing stock like I have been doing for months now. I will be very happy when that change is made. Taylor no longer works there. She was my in for getting my second job and now she is gone. It's a very different place without her as a constant. Luckily, she still works at City Year and is planning on staying in Seattle after we are done, like I am planning, so we still see each other. She also just works at Banana Republic up the street, so I could easily go see her before my shift at the Gap sometime.

Patrick is also more amazing than ever. Everyday I am finding myself more and more comfortable with this man and I can't wait for us to both have more free time. He gave me a set of his dog tags with his name on them while saying: "This is probably going to be dumb since I'm not in the Army anymore...". But I completely disagree. I think it's probably one of the coolest gifts I have ever been given. And what's even better is that they are a huge reminder of him. Not that I don't already think about him a lot, but now, every time I move a certain way, I can feel the tags, or I can hear them clink and I remember who gave them to me. I honestly can't wait for a chance to have him meet some of the most important people in my life, my friends from Truman.

Friday night we went out with a bunch of Patrick's friends from home and some of his friends that he knows from Seattle. One of the destinations that night was my favorite gay club in Seattle: Rplace. Rplace is a typical gay club in that there is loud music, lots of alcohol, and sometimes even special shows. However, the music played here is almost always hip hop, my definitive favorite music to party to. That night started off like any normal Rplace night. We got drinks on the bottom level and then headed straight up to the top floor for dancing. As soon as I get upstairs I see my ex. I didn't tell Patrick, although he probably knows now since I know he reads my blog, as I don't consider Mike a part of my life anymore. I ignored him until he was being absolutely sure I saw him. I waved and went back to chugging my drink in preparation for braving that dance floor with all of its craziness. While dancing with Patrick and his (hot) friends, I noticed that Mike kept staying near us and watching me. Eventually, he disappeared with some random guy he met on the dance floor (didn't he dump me to be someone else? does this other guy know Mike gets with other guys on the weekends? hah, who knows). However, there was a text on my phone later that night from Mike saying how good I looked and that I didn't know how sorry he was about what happened.

I promptly deleted it.

Patrick is like 100 times, wait, no, more like 1,000 times more of a man than Mike. He's hotter and, more importantly, has one of the best personalities I have ever encountered. He truly is an amazing guy.

Hah, this is looking sappy. But fuck it. I can write whatever I want on my blog.

adios, mis amigos!