St Pattys: The Ultimate Decider

This might seem like a weird title for a journal entry, but it seems like the past few months with Jack have come down to this one weekend. By tomorrow I will officially know if he's lost all interest.

Why am I journaling at 1pm on a Saturday, you might ask? Well, I lost my voice yesterday and it still hasn't healed... and I have two parties to attend today. The first is hosted by my cousin, Sophie. This is a prelude to the real deal... Lance Kotler's party, where I will come face to face with the final boss... Jack. 

Of course, I need to be able to speak by then. So I've been trying everything today to gain some semblance of a voice back. I'm currently drinking turmeric tea... never thought that would be in my future, but apparently it has anti-inflammatory properties, which my vocal chords desperately need right now.

The weirdest/craziest thing happened two nights ago. I ran into Jack at a bar in murray hill, while I was talking to another guy (he was 34 and I was completely uninterested--but I kept the conversation going with him to make Jack jealous). We clearly saw each other, without fully acknowledging each other's presence, and I was waiting for him to approach me but he never did. Finally, 10-15 minutes later, I did a lap around the bar only to discover that he had already left. Seriously? He couldn't have been there more than 15 minutes. I was utterly confused by this. After talking in circles about it with my friends and thinking of every possible option, I landed on this theory: He saw me with another guy. He was not with friends, so automacialily I have the upper hand. He considers approaching me, but then on second thought--is she on a date, or is that just a random guy? Does she like him? Wait, if it's a date, how many dates have they been on? Will she totally reject me if I go up to her? At least, that's what I like to tell myself was going through his head when he saw us together. Did I mention that they guy I was talking to was over 6 feet, brawny and had a nice head of hair? So maybe Jack got intimidated, didn't want to give me the satisfaction of seeing him alone, and left in a fluster.

I'm planning on addressing this tonight, where I will say something along the lines of "were you at Blue Haven the other night? I thought I saw you but by the time I left I don't think you were there anymore." This makes me seem mature because I'm addressing the incident head-on, without passing judgement on him for not saying hi, or revealing the identiy of the mysterious man I was in conversation with.

Anyways, I'm feeling a little sleepy from all this tea so I'm going to take a nap now. Wish me luck tonight!

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