(K) Ramen with Tascha

Trying to decide what about this I want to actually write.

I went to the Chinese ramen shop next to Natascha's house on Thursday, which was to be the last day I hung out with her before she left for Korea. We had some ramen, it was delicious, we laughed about stuff, and I mentioned that I didn't like her hair the way she had it styled. She kind got all buttsore about it, and told me that I had no right to tell her things like that. I'm not her boyfriend, so, just keep it to myself. I told her it didn't matter if I'm her boyfriend or not, it's my opinion, but that got us onto the topic of you know, US.

Basically, I told her I don't care if I'm not her boyfriend, I'm still going to treat her like someone I want to be with, and she said that's fine as long as I know it's not going to change anything. Eventually her mood improved and joked around more and by the end of the night we were happy and giggly again.

The point of this entry is to say that I'm going to reneg on my comment to her about trying anyway. I'm done with it. Apparently that week her friend Jeremy was here, apparently they made out the whole time, and though it was just making out, it kinda put things in perspective. That's why I didn't meet him. That's why I haven't seen the pics. That's why she can say she's firm in where she stands, she basically ended what there was between us and was telling me so without explaining the reasons, and letting me fill in the blanks with my actions and not hers. Clever girl.

So we parted ways for me to catch my last train home, and I looked down at my phone to see it was ringing. Janel. Time for The Phone Call.