January 3, 2001
Seth called me today, again, and I think he's back on the once-a-day attentiveness kick. That should last until classes start again. Oh, yeah, he doesn't want a girlfriend, I get that part, yeah, right.... And you know, he doesn't have time for a girlfriend because he's at the top of his priority list.... And it's really nice that he tells me "way too much" about things I never even asked. (What, exactly, did he learn while working for the police? How can he not know when to keep his mouth shut?) It's also sweet that this is the fourth time or so he's called because I supposedly called him.... Except, of course, that I didn't, and unless I'm reading way too much into it, he's playing the same games I do.
This is completely ridiculous. Why would he call me, chat for half an hour, call me again, wish me sweet dreams and all that stuff, and promise to call me tomorrow (he'll break it) if he's going to act like an asshole every other week?
Max and I have been kind of formal at work. I don't like that. I think, though, that he wrote my name on my car after work. It had snowed all over the rear window, and on the huge glass gate someone had written my name. I think that's kinda cute. He's the only one who drives, other than Effie and me, so I assume/extrapolate it to have been him.
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