WHA????
Yeah, I know - TOTAL shocker.
It's not like I could spend the next hour linking to a slew of bad choices I've made over the course of the lifetime of this blog.
The five year lifetime of this blog.
Five. Years.
Wow.
I was twenty four when I started writing here. Twenty four and hopelessly intertwined with Mr.I who was the winner of the bad decisions I've made over that five year period. A bad decision I still to this day consider making again.
What?
It's like fucking Honesty Day here or something.
You know, I deleted Mr.I's phone number from my phone a long time ago and it doesn't matter because I have it memorized.
And I probably want to call him once a week and see how he is doing.
And sometimes I do. Rarely, but sometimes.
And he doesn't answer.
And I think it's because the last time we talked he said that he still loved me and that it was keeping him from moving forward in his current relationship.
And every time he doesn't answer, I am happy for him because I hope it means he is moving forward.
And in some way, so am I.
Although last week wasn't one of those times.
Remember how I wrote the other day that I was done thinking about a boy and it was kicking my ass a little? Well same boy asked me out. Relentlessly. Until I said I'd go. And then he brought the girl he HAD SUPPOSEDLY BROKEN UP WITH to our little work dinner on Saturday.
Which reminded me of exactly why I don't dip my toes in the dating pool anymore.
I don't like to play this bullshit game.
I don't like to spend an entire week trying to decide if I like someone enough to go out with them only to have them slap me in the face.
So, class, what have we learned this week?
Don't let the Holiday Lonely Bug bite you.
Or something like that.
Did I mention I haven't had sex in over a year?
*sigh*
Labels: Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
