Guys give me a worse stomach ache than dairy.
My date last night bailed on me. Something about being really stressed. Whatever. I had an awesome date with my cousin and sister, instead. Wine and pasta. Everything worked out for the better.
If junkmeister blows me off tonight, I’m going to send him a very polite text message inquiring why he felt the need to be a chickenshit and avoid me, instead of just telling me he lost interest. I’m so tired of guys pulling this shit. Man up! Grow a pair! Be honest (oh no, the H word)!
Supposed to have a date tonight with junkmeister, but not a peep from him since Sunday. The pessimist on my shoulder says he’s done with you and don’t expect to hear from him again. The optimist on my shoulder says nothing. I only have a pessimist and a bigger pessimist. I really thought he was into me. Oh well, right?
An exchange between my friend and an emergent creeper.
I never used to be a cuddler, but now I’m really into it, whether it be with a guy, my niece, a dog, or a stuffed animal. It’s really nice to have the presence of someone/something in your arms. If I had to pick one, though, it would be my niece. It’s the best feeling when she falls asleep in my arms, her head against my shoulder and her little arm tucked in my ribs. She’s the cutest baby ever.
On Match right now. I’m also drinking red wine and watching E! Actually, I’m just sort of staring at Match thinking how much I hate it and how much I love red wine.