Spring fever

Last night I some people gathered at the pub to celebrate a birthday for a nice neighborhood guy who's had some tough breaks. Some of the fun people showed up, so I enjoyed it.

But something was off. Guys were unusually frisky. They were outgoing like they were when I first moved here. When I was the new girl. If anything, I'm more cynical and less friendly than I was then.

There must be some spring fever going on.

One guy I'd never met before introduced himself as I was trying to go inside from the patio. He stuck out his hand to shake mine and we exchanged names. I couldn't go inside because he was standing in front of the door.

"You're beautiful," he said. "Are you single?"

I just laughed. "I'm trouble."

"But are you single?" I didn't see his expression, but I heard him ask again as I pulled the door open and slipped inside to safety. My response didn't work but the door did.

And another guy I've known since last summer asked me for my phone number.

And to balance out the frisky guys, some of the girls were extra bitchy. The few who clearly don't like me weren't shy about their superficial politeness. I should've told the one I lent money to that I was ready for my drink. Last week she asked another guy and me for five bucks so she could pay the valet. She made such a big deal about promising me a drink later that night (that wasn't going to happen since it was already after one o'clock) or next time I saw her. I knew it just pissed her off that I gave her the cash instead of the guy she likes who was standing with me. Knowing her, I'll bet she had the cash all along. 

I don't think it was what I was wearing last night that made people behave so strangely. And I don't look any different than I did a few weeks ago. It had to be spring fever.

"U awake at buddy's in your neighborhood"

I had totally forgotten about this text I got at 2:48 this morning from the guy I thought was one of the good ones. He's the one who told me how our friendship was more important than anything. But I've ignored several similar texts over the last month since I've seen him. I'm not his friend - nor am I his just-for-fun girl, even if spring is upon us.

Think I'll work on a remedy for this fever so spring is just fun like it's supposed to be.

Love to the single girls,
Addison