That’s Stella

I spent Saturday night at home. Alone. In New York City. It’s not like I don’t have amazing friends who called me to go out for a drink last night - thank god for my friends. But if anyone asks, I went out and had a rip roaring time.

I was really crabby and couldn’t bring myself to go out. I blamed it on Jason. It wasn’t a far stretch that he was the cause of my sudden change in mood since he told me that he would be spending his Saturday night having drinks with another Aussie girl that his friend was trying to set him up with.

We’re not going out. We’re not exclusive. But spending every day with him and having unresolved feelings, I can’t help but feel a bit shafted. It made it worse that this chick is Australian because in my crazy head I feel he’s just replacing me.

He kept texting me to see if I wanted to meet up - which in reality means the date with the other girl didn’t go so great. But I ignored him. Haha! Talk about being a woman. He kept texting…. hey?….so?…..where are you? I texted back saying I’d speak to him in the morning. So he started calling me… till 3am. But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. You know, generally when I give the silent treatment, I want the other person to know what they had done to deserve the silence. But in this case, I really did not want Jason to know and hence why I couldn’t bring myself to pick up his calls for fear I’d let something slip. He called me this morning and kept asking if I was ok… what was wrong. He said I was never grumpy so it had to be something.

When I looked in the mirror I realized I had 2 pimples - one smack bang on the tip of my nose. I’ve been having stomach cramps for the past 2 days. And whilst I’m not discounting how I really feel about the situation, I’m sure it doesn’t help that it’s just that time of the month.