Must Love Traif

The OkC app won’t open on my phone. It’s like my phone is judging me.

My friend just told me about a good friend of hers who joined Match and found a great guy right off the bat. I love these stories and I hate them. Love them because it’s nice to hear that people are successful. Hate them because I haven’t been successful in the three plus years I’ve been doing online dating. I think I’ll binge on chocolate, now, and beat the crap out of a pad in krav, later.

I just joined gym that offers a pole dancing exercise class. I’m considering taking it. This is how I imagine it plays out: the instructor shows us a move. I look at her and then I look at my pole. I stifle a giggle and then give it a whirl (literally, maybe). I see myself being in terrible pain. Speaking of which, I signed up for MuayThai, today.

Good thing black and blue go with everything.

To correct my grammar. I won’t be responding to your email, though. I’m going to behave like a child since you made me feel like one.

Someone just sneezed on me on the metro. I hate people.

My Krav Maga studio will not be offering classes after May. I’m so upset and scrambling to find another place in DC that isn’t crazy expensive. As far as I can tell, there aren’t any. I think I’m going to try Muay Thai, instead. Watch out fellas, I’m going to be a real knockout! (That was a terrible pun, I’m sorry).

My Living Social Match deal expired today and like a fool I signed up to continue my membership. I’m considering padding my walls, now, for the inevitable head banging.

Jacques Cousteau and I spoke over the phone and there were a few awkward silences. However, he did ask to see me again. I’m not getting excited, though, as I haven’t gotten passed a second date since I’ve been back in DC. That said, cross your fingers for me. He’s a really nice guy.

If you wear your phone clipped to your belt don’t bother writing me. I will not respond, at least, not with anything polite.

Turns out Jacques Cousteau enjoyed himself, as well (I’m always surprised when they do). He emailed me and told me he would like to see me again and would call me later (like on a phone). He even asked when would be a good time to chat. I don’t remember the last time I spoke with a guy on the phone. I’m kind of nervous. There’s no escaping awkward silence on the phone. On the plus side, I can wear sweats. Here goes nothing!