Ever feel like you’re stuck in the bottom of a well and can’t climb up and all you can do is keep from downing?

Yeah. Summer’s like that for me I guess. It was a really bad idea to take a research methods class and work full time, but its more than likely going to pay off when I have two easier semesters next year.

Awesome story time. Well not really awesome, actually it kind of sucks.

So anyway, I was at the bar right before we went to the beach and this girl from work shows up. She’s about my age and has a kid which she won’t stop talking to me about. She tells me she’s looking for a guy who won’t judge her based on the fact she has a kid.

I politely remark how admirable I think it is she’s managed to support herself and a child.

She then proceeds to tell me how she just got cervical cancer and how she can’t get pregnant anymore (she winks and nudges me as she says this).

I’m uncomfortable.

The night continues and at some point she confesses her undying love to me. She says she’s always been attracted to me and she wants me. She basically weirds me the fuck out.

Anyway, long story short I tell her as nicely as I can that I’m not interested and apologize. She accepts it and I go home.

The next day I head to the beach and at the same time my parents head to Boone. They go to Char. They have this girl as my waitress. Apparantly she proceeds to tell them how I broke her heart. I have just recieved a phone call from my parents asking who this girl was to me and that they want to talk to me about it.

What the fuck.