Saturday....

So on Saturday I woke up and read my ridiculously asshole-like text to the girl Liz that I met the night before. I tried texting her for a recovery: "Lol, sorry, I text you then went to sleep". No response...maybe she was asleep still? We did stay out late. I remember her being decently attractive and she was a physical therapist, so at least she has a good head on her shoulders...I wouldn't mind seeing her again. Later I found out I had left my I.D. in the car I rode home in. In the midst of the groping and kissing....it had fallen out of my pocket. "Great..." I thought...knowing I will have to call Liz even if she doesn't want to ever see me again, just so I can get my I.D. back. Life without an I.D. is hell, and so is the department of licensing to get a new one. I waited until later in the day in which I knew she would be awake..and tried a phone call....no answer. I didn't leave a voicemail...so I just text her. "Hey Liz, when you get a chance can you ask your friend if I left my I.D. in her car?". No response...possibly just not by her phone, or possibly just to show she wasn't ignoring my phone call, and posing like she wasn't by her phone..you tell me.

My roommate Eduardo was flying his family in for the holidays today...so we wanted to keep the amount of company we had at a minimum, and keep the house nice for a first impression. This meant when it got later, we were going to go out again instead of stay at the house. We went to my friend James' house and decided to play poker with our livers instead of money. This meant we would bet shots instead of cash. Our friend Mike drove Steve and I there since he had a Jeep and it was snowing. We got there and watched the Saturday night game while playing our liver poker. I was really drunk by the time I got the next text from Liz: "Sure, I'll ask around!" in response to my text about losing my I.D. I didn't see the text until hours after she text it to me, so I responded with "What are you up to tonight?"...no response. So my trains of thought are - A: She was drunk on Friday and wants nothing to do with me. Or B: Remember she doesn't stay by her phone all the time, she leaves it at home and doesn't live by the thing. By the time she gets back to her phone, she sees the text was sent hours ago and doesn't bother responding. I of course always am going to believe option A first...she probably thinks I'm just some young asshole that just wants to get laid. I have been surprised by women in the past though, because sometimes they are just not big phone people, but really are interested. Only time will tell.