So as I get in the beginning stages of figuring out this blog set up, I’m currently getting updates from the bumble and tinder dates I blew off tonight about the pats game. Ya see, here in New England fall is upon us and sports will dominate the next 6 months along with a bunch of “new” couples that are in f*cking love for the 6th time this year with a different person . Which means I’ll be working 80 hours a week or in a far off land far far away from here on a beach somewhere with a margarita in my hand. If not, I’ll be trying to refrain from chugging back nips of vodka and mini bottles of wine to help my boredom and trying not to go out in public because then all bets are off with me.
So I go into these months of no contact and not giving a shit about dudes and dates. And quite frankly I’m better at giving myself orgasms at this point anyway. I mean this year for the first time in a long time I really thought I gave a shit about one. I mean like genuinely felt like I didn’t need 6 drinks in my system to “think” I liked him. And I actually didn’t need any drinks to like him. It was pretty f*cking scary, I’m not gonna lie. Well I think that it through me for a loop because why the hell did this have to happen with someone who I actually knew was a good guy and was already friends with for years. At first he said he felt the same way, I mean I don’t know maybe he didn’t but it felt like he did……fast forward. We don’t talk now and probably wont ever again. And now I’m like muther fer is it gonna take another 7 years to come across a funny, just as f*cking weird as me, adhd, 6’2, drinks smoothies and eats somewhat healthy all week, but has no problem being a total disaster on the weekend, good work ethic, no judging guy with an awesome smile with hair almost as good as mine that I don’t want to punch in the throat sober?
Well, as much as I’m so damn tired of this dating sh*t. I’m going to try to go out with one guy a week and not have more than 2 drinks……ok maybe 3. So then I can write about it when I get home because believe me, the life I live, I can’t make this sh*t up. Although the ridiculousness also comes from my own behavior at times. As much as it sucked that all that sh*t I’ve been wanting to happen finally happened, but it really didn’t matter cause he just wasn’t into apparently ever seeing me again once he didn’t live on the other side of the world. I don’t feel like waiting another 7 years. So I’m going back into this sh*t full on…..for now. STAY TUNED