Drama...The Story Of My Life

I had a great night last night. Class went great. I'm learning all the little things in ballet that I had forgotten from so many years ago. Even though I'm teaching a younger group, I'm also realizing I'm a little more out of shape than I thought I was. Perhaps Pilates is in order? When I arrived home, my answering machine was beeping. Chuck. This guy is starting to really get on my nerves. Even though he swears he didn't make that phone call, there's something about him I'm really uneasy about. Maybe it's nothing. I don't know.

I made a fuzzy navel and sat down with a book. I was relaxed for the first time in a long time. When I woke up this morning, the phone was ringing. Please, not Chuck, it's too early. It was Bobby. That was definitely a pleasant surprise. He was much cooler that usual. Distant. I didn't understand. We hadn't had a falling out, and to the best of my knowledge everything was fine between us.

"We" weren't the problem. I finally asked him what the problem was- he wasn't acting right. He told me I was the talk of the bullpin. Apparently, Chuck has been blabbing to everyone about us. Only, there's not an "us" to brag about. I tried to explain to Bobby that he was just a guy I met at a bar. We went out a few a times, and I made a big mistake. One I regret. I told him about the phone call yesterday, that it came from Chuck's, and he insisted on staying the night. I made him sleep in my guest room and it really pissed him off. I don't want anything else to do with him- I just want rid of him. I don't even like talking about him now.

Bobby knows me. He knows I'm not the kind of person Chuck is making me out to be. Bobby knows the real me. I wanted to see him tonight, just for drinks or dinner- just to talk. He said couldn't tonight, but that he'd call me later. Damn Chuck. Bobby is one of my best friends, he will NOT come between us.