More specifically, the guys around me have gone mad.
Super Tall Guy that I met last Friday at a friend's birthday gathering in Jersey sent me a Facebook message tonight saying how much fun he had talking to me and asking if I would want to meet up and get drinks in the city sometime. I am severely tempted to respond saying, "April Fools, right?"
I can't even BEGIN to explain the complicated mess that is Date R, but he too is apparently smitten.
The world? Officially off it's rocker.
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I hate Britney Spears
What does it say that I am more excited about my new haircut than I was about my date last night?
He was nice, and kept up his end of the conversation. He paid, and listened to me, and was very polite and all. He wasn't ugly or bad smelling.
And yet...I am still more excited about my new bangs.
Fail.
He was nice, and kept up his end of the conversation. He paid, and listened to me, and was very polite and all. He wasn't ugly or bad smelling.
And yet...I am still more excited about my new bangs.
Fail.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Weirdest day ever(?)
Hey, you know what makes for an interesting Saturday?
Spending all morning curled up in bed with your ex-boyfriend (whose house you spent the night at) watching television and snuggling semi-platonically (look, it's complicated) and then having him drop you home so you could get ready for your date later that night.
You know what makes the entire situation even more ridiculous? Coming in to his house last night at 2am and having to make small talk with his mom who was still awake. Oh, and also, falling down the stairs this morning because you hadn't had anything to eat or drink (that wasn't rum) in over 12 hours. Oh yes, I am a magnificent creature.
I accidentally told Ben about the date too and he kept trying to talk to me about it. Sigh. At least I am in no way hungover or else this evening would be looking so much worse. For my sake, I hope this guy can hold a conversation because my life is awkward enough today.
Spending all morning curled up in bed with your ex-boyfriend (whose house you spent the night at) watching television and snuggling semi-platonically (look, it's complicated) and then having him drop you home so you could get ready for your date later that night.
You know what makes the entire situation even more ridiculous? Coming in to his house last night at 2am and having to make small talk with his mom who was still awake. Oh, and also, falling down the stairs this morning because you hadn't had anything to eat or drink (that wasn't rum) in over 12 hours. Oh yes, I am a magnificent creature.
I accidentally told Ben about the date too and he kept trying to talk to me about it. Sigh. At least I am in no way hungover or else this evening would be looking so much worse. For my sake, I hope this guy can hold a conversation because my life is awkward enough today.
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