Oh Damn that was a good weekend

Wow it is already 2 weeks into 2007
And I keep on thinking back to the last weeknd of 06. I had so much fun . It was one of those weekends of clubbing. I went out to several clubs with my boy from detroit that was visiting and boy did we have fun. I am not sure that he had as much fun as I did but for a minute I was starting to feel like the old me.
Off and on I keep on reencountering the old me. The me that weighed a good 10 -20 more pounds then I do now, that would walk up to the flyest guy in a club and say whats up. Not only would I say whats up but I would dance with him and get his number. Those were the days when I wasflavor of the moment.
What took me out of flavor of the moment staus , millions of things. Mainly getting my feelings hurt. I could think back to the first few guys who hurt my feelings and damn that shit still stings today. I rememebr the one dude I used to call every single day at 9:01 and he never had time to chill and but always was up for some convo.Damn was he sexy, he had bad breathe but I let that slide. Any how when I relaized I was calling him all the time I decided to let him call me and well what happened next is he never called. And I was crushed. A month later I decided to go call him back and he gave a story about moving to connecticut. Maybe he really did maybe he didnt but how hard would it have been for him to tell me he just wasn't interested. well that put up a few bricks.
Then I met my ex a few months after that and he killed all thoughts of that dude but he to hurt my feelings when he made it very clear I wasnt worth his time. Or better yet I wasn't worth him putting some time into . Well that was some bricks and cement.
Then there was the dude I dated who I though was so fly only problem was he couldn't hold to a date, always cancelling . Truth be told he had a man which I found out way latter. But over the 5 hour phone calls I had really let him into my life and it hurt when I realised I was being played. brick brick brick brick
But two week ends ago I felt like me again, no I wasn't floating all over the club like I did back in the day but I didn't feel insecure. Something about getting your feelings hurt that it can kill your self confidence . After all these situations I began to be more obsessed with how I looked and I had no clue it would get worse. I faced so much rejection after that i began to feel as though I was busted. But im starting to feel like the old me again and the old me attracts a different type of people

damn that was a fun weekend even though it damn near wore me out with all that clubbing. I'm starting to realize though that you have to be in it to win it. I will meet no one staying at home doing nothing.
Sidebar: On New Years me and my boy stayed at a club for 7 hours I think that was a record. But man it also felt good to be around a friend, a good friend to bring in the New Years with.