Eye contact theater

My friend likes to say I make eye contact and the world changes. It's a habit I will probably never break and it gets me stuck in some fascinatingly bizarre conversations with unique oversharing individuals. As a result of this week's adventure in eye contact theater, I am now aware there was/is a leech present in Vietnamese rivers that can enter the body through the penis. This leech can attach to your organs and grow with you for twenty years until one day your belly button pops out and you go to the emergency room. I know, you're welcome. There was also something in there about the white man stealing all the black man's inventions, his estranged son and an altercation about low hanging pants during a holiday dinner, and his allergies to touch (direct quote: "don't even get me started about what happens when I have sex"). All in all, a surreal train ride.

In other news, I'm solidly in like with would-be-boyfriend (WBB). He makes me laugh. He calls, he writes me, he leaves messages when he doesn't reach me. He follows-up and follows through. That's really refreshing. With the exception of 24 hours (that I complained about) he's always checked in. We have had some interesting conversations which suggest we aren't looking at forever, we are different in ways that I think matter. He says something wacky like 'I don't believe in government' which is only my entire way of life and I call my girlfriends to discuss, make some declarations and decisions about the lack of future, and then I keep dating him. He has really strange borderline terrible manners when we're together but has strangely sweet and considerate moments that confuse me. I don't understand why I like him. I think I like that I can complain about him to him and veto every single pet name he's tried to roll out on me. I like that he tells me when I'm using my inside voice too loudly (like when I told him I had my mother's legs) and that I can nominate things he says for inside voice (like when he described a part of my body as 'jiggly' even though he insisted it was a compliment). I hope we'll be friends even if he isn't my boyfriend. We'll see.

It's been a bit furtive trying to date though. Neither one of us is living roommate free and Ashley frankly is being a pain. I resent her living rent-free in my place and not going out of her way to accommodate my dating. Between the shitty weather, furtive dating, and her stinky ass attitude, it's just a bit much. I am extremely agitated with her boorish habits and poor choices, her domination of the television, her 30-minute showers, her lack of contribution to upkeep in her room or the common areas. I stress more about leaving her in my house alone overnight than I do having strangers stay here to watch Baloo. I'm itching to have my space back again. I can't have a private conversation. She is always making some kind of noise. It's making me anti-social. I just don't have any space free of people. I was invited to a dinner earlier this week and I just couldn't bear the thought of more people to be around. I just wanted to go to the gym, be alone in a quiet space with my thoughts, and see WBB. We had a bit of a Friday night thing going but he's busy tonight with film prep and called since I've been writing to let me know he didn't have time to hang out tonight. I'll see him Sunday, was just hoping I would see him tonight too. Now my sister is humming along with her music and I just want her to shut the fuck up. So annoyed. Had to wear my iPod to bed last night because the noises coming from her room were not normal. Just slipped the earbuds back on because her humming was so irritating I wanted to kick in her door and crush her iPod. I like to write in quiet, I don't like listening to music. But I can't handle being reminded of the mess I invited into my life with random tuneless humming.

February is the longest short month.