Look Who's Here!
(Cough) Whoa. Lots of dust and cobwebs here.
So after a long hiatus, I’m back. Kinda. Not that I have any news on the dating front to report, but I do have some observations on single life in general.
And if I did have any news on the dating front, I’m not sure I’d share it here. I’m still not altogether certain that FlyBastard didn’t happen upon this blog. (If you’re reading this, Hi, John. Asshole.)
First of all. The movie “The Lakehouse.” Did you see it? It was nine kinds of awful, the lamest shit ever, with the possible exception of “The Breakup,” which was THE lamest shit ever.
Secondly, the holidays were harder than I thought they would be, both logistically and emotionally. Doing all the holidaying that I do on my own was a. Lot. Of. Work. Which I knew going in, but that’s me; I take on more than I should and then am all martyrlike about it. Then there was the nobody to snuggle in front of the tree with, no fun shopping trip with a nice dinner to top it off, no rehashing of the extended family gathering with a boyfriend. So there was that. I wasn’t sorry to see December 26th arrive.
(It’s funny – I wrote the above yesterday afternoon. The timing of that will matter in just a minute.)
Lastly, I may have a new crush. Last night I met this guy who is a writer and way cute. I didn’t get an interested vibe from him - at all - but still. It’s fun to have a little crush. It does seem serendipitious (wait, actually the movie "Serendipity" is the worst movie in romantic comedy history) that I thought to resurrect this blog on the very day that I meet a crush, my first one in ages.
There was another guy last night who I’d met before and he is also a writer who has self published. He and I chatted a bit. He teaches art and seems to be a very different, creative type, who may take himself just a wee bit too seriously. Not bad looking just not my type. My type being people who I find really attractive. If my life were a John Hughes film, the flashy good looking guy (see the writer guy in the previous paragraph) is the one I’d be all crushed out on (Jake Ryan or Blaine) but the quiet, buddy-guy who I’d ignore and take for granted is who I should ultimately end up with (Ducky). Did you all get those 80 movies references?
So after a long hiatus, I’m back. Kinda. Not that I have any news on the dating front to report, but I do have some observations on single life in general.
And if I did have any news on the dating front, I’m not sure I’d share it here. I’m still not altogether certain that FlyBastard didn’t happen upon this blog. (If you’re reading this, Hi, John. Asshole.)
First of all. The movie “The Lakehouse.” Did you see it? It was nine kinds of awful, the lamest shit ever, with the possible exception of “The Breakup,” which was THE lamest shit ever.
Secondly, the holidays were harder than I thought they would be, both logistically and emotionally. Doing all the holidaying that I do on my own was a. Lot. Of. Work. Which I knew going in, but that’s me; I take on more than I should and then am all martyrlike about it. Then there was the nobody to snuggle in front of the tree with, no fun shopping trip with a nice dinner to top it off, no rehashing of the extended family gathering with a boyfriend. So there was that. I wasn’t sorry to see December 26th arrive.
(It’s funny – I wrote the above yesterday afternoon. The timing of that will matter in just a minute.)
Lastly, I may have a new crush. Last night I met this guy who is a writer and way cute. I didn’t get an interested vibe from him - at all - but still. It’s fun to have a little crush. It does seem serendipitious (wait, actually the movie "Serendipity" is the worst movie in romantic comedy history) that I thought to resurrect this blog on the very day that I meet a crush, my first one in ages.
There was another guy last night who I’d met before and he is also a writer who has self published. He and I chatted a bit. He teaches art and seems to be a very different, creative type, who may take himself just a wee bit too seriously. Not bad looking just not my type. My type being people who I find really attractive. If my life were a John Hughes film, the flashy good looking guy (see the writer guy in the previous paragraph) is the one I’d be all crushed out on (Jake Ryan or Blaine) but the quiet, buddy-guy who I’d ignore and take for granted is who I should ultimately end up with (Ducky). Did you all get those 80 movies references?
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