I quit the original dating site I joined when this experiment first began. I was looking pathetic. Like those girls that don't go to college and keep hanging out with HS kids pathetic. It was time to leave...
And be the HOT NEW GIRL ON THE BLOCK on another disappointing site. This site is where the misfits hang. It's pretty gross. But I need to shake it up, as the Regulars know, so let's see what happens. Although I think I know what happens.
As I write this post, my computer keeps bleeping so unsubstantial men can chat with me. I'm telling ya, it's always the new girl. This is why switching high schools mid-year is such a great idea. It fixes your self-confidence. Woohoo!
I've already communicated with 3 Asians, a Middle Eastern, and 2 men above 40. I think I'm going to like it here.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Date 19
I had to wake up to go to iPad training at school, so Texas Ex drove me there so he could explore. He picked me up a few hours later, and we went to sushi for a late lunch.
Afternoon sake never hurt anyone going through an extreme dating weekend, so Texas Ex and I indulged. We had an intense conversation about ghosts of relationships past. He told me a few stories about exes that make me think bitches be crazy. I told him a few that made him think I have awful taste in men.
To end the evening, and our visit, we watched some of those awful shows that feature some poor, unsuspecting girl being abducted, raped, and probably murdered, but they never found the body. You know, the uplifting stuff. I don't know why we like it, but we do.
The next day, I went to work, and Texas Ex caught a ride to the airport with one of my roomies. The weekend was over. Done. The end.
What did I learn from all of this, you ask? First, I learned that Texas Ex and I will always think fondly of one another. Secondly, I have realized that I cannot live with a man in such close quarters. I'm too used to being alone. They said it would happen to me, but I didn't believe them. They were right.
Dear future husband,
If you actually exist, I hope it's cool that we either live in a duplex or a house with wings. I love you, but in order to keep that love alive, I need my space. I also need dry bathroom floors, a somewhat clear coffee table, and as little talking as possible during important parts of television shows.
Regards,
Yours
Afternoon sake never hurt anyone going through an extreme dating weekend, so Texas Ex and I indulged. We had an intense conversation about ghosts of relationships past. He told me a few stories about exes that make me think bitches be crazy. I told him a few that made him think I have awful taste in men.
To end the evening, and our visit, we watched some of those awful shows that feature some poor, unsuspecting girl being abducted, raped, and probably murdered, but they never found the body. You know, the uplifting stuff. I don't know why we like it, but we do.
The next day, I went to work, and Texas Ex caught a ride to the airport with one of my roomies. The weekend was over. Done. The end.
What did I learn from all of this, you ask? First, I learned that Texas Ex and I will always think fondly of one another. Secondly, I have realized that I cannot live with a man in such close quarters. I'm too used to being alone. They said it would happen to me, but I didn't believe them. They were right.
Dear future husband,
If you actually exist, I hope it's cool that we either live in a duplex or a house with wings. I love you, but in order to keep that love alive, I need my space. I also need dry bathroom floors, a somewhat clear coffee table, and as little talking as possible during important parts of television shows.
Regards,
Yours
Date 18
As I was never alone, I have to recall the past couple of dates from memory. It may be sketchy, but here's the Reader's Digest version.
Texas Ex and I woke up late, as we both had tummy aches for a good portion of the night/morning. After we pulled ourselves together, we did what anyone would do after a rough evening due to rich food. We went to brunch and drank Bloody Marys. It was good.
We attended a friend's pumping carving contest early in the evening where, ironically, no pumpkins were carved. Instead, everyone gathered around the television to watch a mini American Horror Story marathon. If you are not watching this show, GET TO IT. I know, I know. I detest scary stuff too, but it's not scary as much as it's suspenseful. Figuring out who in the hell is a ghost will keep you busy for a while.
We ate chili, drank Prosecco, laughed with the gang, and then went home. There were a bevy of gays in costume at my house when we arrived. My roomie was dressed in drag. Just another Sunday in these parts.
Texas Ex and I woke up late, as we both had tummy aches for a good portion of the night/morning. After we pulled ourselves together, we did what anyone would do after a rough evening due to rich food. We went to brunch and drank Bloody Marys. It was good.
We attended a friend's pumping carving contest early in the evening where, ironically, no pumpkins were carved. Instead, everyone gathered around the television to watch a mini American Horror Story marathon. If you are not watching this show, GET TO IT. I know, I know. I detest scary stuff too, but it's not scary as much as it's suspenseful. Figuring out who in the hell is a ghost will keep you busy for a while.
We ate chili, drank Prosecco, laughed with the gang, and then went home. There were a bevy of gays in costume at my house when we arrived. My roomie was dressed in drag. Just another Sunday in these parts.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Date 17
It's nice having a boyfriend for a weekend, but why are boys so dirty? Or perhaps I should say messy. I fear if I ever were to get married, my life would turn into a series of "Why is this here?" or "Why is this wet?" or "Why are the bath mats kicked to the corners of the bathroom?"
However, we're having a blast. We slept in late on Saturday and watched Project Runway. (My decision. Not his.) Later, we drove to Silver Lake and had mexican food and margaritas. The place was empty. Our bartender, Fred, was awesome.
We came home and watched Celebrity Ghost Stories. (We agreed on this one.) It didn't take long to start in on our own ghost experiences. He told me a story that would make your toes curl.
We were going to go to a costume party, but decided to go to dinner with my roomies instead. It was a decedant meal at an upscale restaurant down the street. Texas Ex and I later had tummy aches from the rich food, but it was worth it.
After dinner, we went home, hung out on the side porch, and wrote an abbreviated version of a musical about serial killers. Seriously, it could have been a perfect day for me. Margaritas in the afternoon, champagne in the evening, and creativity in the dead of night. Perfection!
However, we're having a blast. We slept in late on Saturday and watched Project Runway. (My decision. Not his.) Later, we drove to Silver Lake and had mexican food and margaritas. The place was empty. Our bartender, Fred, was awesome.
We came home and watched Celebrity Ghost Stories. (We agreed on this one.) It didn't take long to start in on our own ghost experiences. He told me a story that would make your toes curl.
We were going to go to a costume party, but decided to go to dinner with my roomies instead. It was a decedant meal at an upscale restaurant down the street. Texas Ex and I later had tummy aches from the rich food, but it was worth it.
After dinner, we went home, hung out on the side porch, and wrote an abbreviated version of a musical about serial killers. Seriously, it could have been a perfect day for me. Margaritas in the afternoon, champagne in the evening, and creativity in the dead of night. Perfection!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Date 16
I don't have a lot of time. This must be quick.
Texas Ex landed in LA on time. I was still at work, so he went to a local Coffee Bean. I picked him up there. He was supposed to get a rental, but his wallet was stolen last week (whilst in court, ironically). Apparently, you can't rent a car with a passport. Seems logical to me, but he stood in line and waited to hear that from the horse's mouth.
Ex boyfriends are the best because they're charted territory, and if you actually like the other person, it's a good time. We laughed, drank, went to dinner, then to the local pub to meet the ladies.
Texas Ex holds his own with the girls. Obvs. He's a lawyer. They can talk. About anything. And that he does well.
Listen, I don't know what else to say. The night rocked, we took black and white photo booth pictures, he had three late night tacos (I did NOT. That's for my trainer.), we walked home, and the rest is private.
Stay tuned for date 17.
Texas Ex landed in LA on time. I was still at work, so he went to a local Coffee Bean. I picked him up there. He was supposed to get a rental, but his wallet was stolen last week (whilst in court, ironically). Apparently, you can't rent a car with a passport. Seems logical to me, but he stood in line and waited to hear that from the horse's mouth.
Ex boyfriends are the best because they're charted territory, and if you actually like the other person, it's a good time. We laughed, drank, went to dinner, then to the local pub to meet the ladies.
Texas Ex holds his own with the girls. Obvs. He's a lawyer. They can talk. About anything. And that he does well.
Listen, I don't know what else to say. The night rocked, we took black and white photo booth pictures, he had three late night tacos (I did NOT. That's for my trainer.), we walked home, and the rest is private.
Stay tuned for date 17.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Silver Lining
Do you want to hear what's so cool about having a blog? My girl, Ash, texted: Read your blog. Does that mean you're free tonight?
I'm telling you, if you never want to be lonely, go out and get one of these things.
I'm telling you, if you never want to be lonely, go out and get one of these things.
Anti-Climactic
This just in: Texas Ex couldn't tie up some loose ends at work and isn't coming in until tomorrow. Still 1:30 pm Pacific time. Re-syncronize watches please.
This is what it's like dating a lawyer, ladies. It's always work, work, work.
This is what it's like dating a lawyer, ladies. It's always work, work, work.
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