I have a date tomorrow with a new guy. My hope is that he buys my drinks. My expectation is that I’ll confuse him with one of the other guys I’m chatting with. Also, that I’ll binge eat when I get home. Note to self: buy half baked frozen yogurt tonight.
I was at my cell phone carrier’s store this weekend trying to get help with my piece of crap phone. The older man helping me ask me if I had children. I said I didn’t, but I had a niece who was kind of like my kid minus the diaper changing. He told me she’d need some play pals and I should get on it. I was so offended. In what realm is it okay to say that to someone? My family doesn’t even say that to me. The only bright side, I wasn’t even the slightest bit depressed that I’m unlikely to have kids. I was just so pissed.
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
I am a firm believer in this(via pussylagoon)
I had a date. He paid for dinner and drinks. I’d say it was a successful night.
18 Reasons Having A Dog Is Better Than Having A Significant Other
I’m still working stuff out, but this was too good to ignore.
I don’t know what to say, anymore. I think I’m going to take a break from blogging. I need to get my head in order and try and get back to liking myself.
I think Cary Grant has gone the way of the dodo. I haven’t heard from him in several days and he’s usually very attentive. Oh well. At least I have my best friends, wine, TV, and ice cream to support me.
My blog is so easy.