Its almost as though a fever has broken. That little click where you know you’re getting better rather than sicker.

I met Glenn for dinner last night. He called me and said, “Come meet me and Alice for dinner.”

I have to admit I could hardly contain my excitement. Has anyone else done the little “YAY, I get to see the man I’m in love with” dance? I did last night. I showered and made myself pretty. All the time thinking that if he’s calling me already to meet him for dinner with his friend I’ve never met, he must having feelings for me.

I even slyly thought that if we’re meeting a women, I would be on the top of my game. Perhaps its a good friend of his, checking out the guy he has a crush on. I knew I’d score points with her. I’m much more myself and comfortable with women. I was truley excited and giddy. Absolutely giddy beyond belief.

So, I get to the restaurant and to my wonderful surprise its a man named Alex, not a women named Alice. My game was thrown for a loop. I decided I wouldn’t let myself down with shyness. So, we chatted and talked and joked. Alex was actually one of the more hilarious men I’ve met.

I hated the fact that Glenn spent the whole night drooling over one of the waiters. It pretty much drove it home that I was dillusional and he wasn’t interested in me.

I appreciated Alex, he kept on making fun of all of Glenn’s little quirks that I didn’t know about. Trust me, when you learn of someone’s horrifying quirks that don’t mesh with your own, it makes it easier to slow down the attraction.

At the backlot we mingled and chatted and slowly got drunker and drunker. I hated that Glenn pronounced which guys he was planning to take home and fuck. I felt like crawling into a corner and hiding. I’m not saying Glenn treated me badly, he just hurt me unintentionaly. Completely my own doing.

A really, truly annoying women came and decided to sit at our table to talk. Well, her and Alex began to chat, then argue, which led to a spontaneous game of truth or dare between them. The women dared him to lick her nipple. Alex, of course, did. She told Alex that she got to suck his cock now.

“I’m sorry dear, at the risk of offending you, I’m not a whore.” Was Alex’s response. I’m not sure he realized it, but he indirectly implied that she was a whore for letting him suck her nipple. She pouted away in near tears.

Okay, so we’re cruel and evil people and laughed for about an hour at the horribly offensive mark. I’m not sure if it will read funny, but oh boy! It was a riot!

It was at that moment that I realized that I was having one of the best times of my life. I was laughing and drinking and being with amazingly fun friends. Who the hell cares that I’m single and have a crush on this quirky, strange guy. My love sick fever broke and there I was, left to recover and get back to life.

Glenn is supposed to call me today for lunch. I hate that we’re always together as though we were dating. Even the annoying girl last night assumed we were together. She even seemed shocked that we weren’t. Oh well!

If I can get over my crush on him, perhaps he’ll be the best friend I’ve ever had. If I can’t get over him, well, I know myself enough to walk away and distance myself.

I think I’m finally maturing when it comes to the game of love. Of course, I need to learn to be forward. As Glenn said last night “It pays to be forward”

I said back to him “Trust me, thats the one thing in life I know for sure, but the one think I can’t seem to do.”

Perhaps I could have saved myself grief by knowing long ago that I was going to get the unrequited virus, and could have taken medicine.