This Houston thing honestly feels like the best thing I could have done. Being here, I haven't broken down... I realized that I was smoking because it reminded me of Austin... I'm slowly moving from hurt to anger over this whole thing (not significant anger, but it's still progression)... Rebecca's happy to have someone around... it's just good all the way around. We agreed that we'd probably be sick of each other by the time I have to go... but she did agree to still give me a ride to the airport :)
Hung out all yesterday... told her I wanted to go to a mall (mostly because in my 5 minute packing job I forgot to pack a lot of stuff, like shirts). We went to this one place that wasn't so bad... Express for Men... bought 3 shirts for $30... yay discount bin! I wasn't satisfied though... I wanted a REAL mall... so we went to The Galleria (in Houston). THIS PLACE ROCKS! Every store you could want was there... Tiffany, Cartier, Emporio Armani, Neimans, Saks, and a thousand other major, major, major designers names that I can't remember off the top of my head. It was incredible.
I ended up getting a shirt from Emporio Armani... we agreed it was cute... two "MALE" icons on the front... cute. Then we went to Saks (because you had to go through Saks to get to Macy's) and I found Prada. Oi. One more Prada expenditure... another shirt... Rebecca encouraged though, so it's all her fault :P We're going back today so we can go ice skating... she has a craving... I've never been... so it should be cool. I told her if I don't like it, I'll go shopping while she skates and that'll work for both. :)
Tonight sometime we're thinking of calling her gayboy friend in Houston and asking him where to go out (since I've got trendy clothes'n all)... who knows... maybe I will do the rebound-boy thing. I was realizing yesterday that I haven't JO'd in 3 days... that's gotta be a record for me or something.
More at 11...
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