Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Craziness Continues


This month has been absolutely insane. There's been so much going on in my life. This past weekend, I went to NYC to hang out with two of my favorite people in the whole wide world. It was amazing, and we had such a wonderful time. My girlfriend, Jaime, and I stayed at my friend, Ash's place in the upper East Side. We spent every night at a famous NYC hangout where old-school celebrities, authors, photographers, and the intellectual elite come out to play.

Every night was an adventure, and I got the chance to meet fascinating people. It was a much needed escape for me, and it was the perfect opportunity to catch up with my old friends and have a blast. Saturday was spent having brunch at Sarabeth's in the upper East side. The food was phenomenal. I had the french toast, and they were out of this world. The mimosa was good, too, and it came with its own mini-bottle of champagne, good enough for 2 mimosas. I was a happy girl.

Saturday night, Jaime and I ordered two bottles of wine at dinner. I drank about 3/4 of a bottle, and I suspect Jaime drank the rest. I was smashed.

Being as intoxicated and stupid as I was, I drunk texted the young guy at 2:30 in the morning. He texted back. I think he was just as drunk. Who else would text somebody back at 2:30 in the morning, except another lush, right?! Then, I texted him the next day to apologize for waking him up: no response! Argh, this is why drunk texting is never good because you will always end up texting a douchebag who doesn't deserve the time of day. Always.

Oh, and this is days after I e-mailed this 23 year-old idiot and told him that he was being "retarded" and to either be my friend or don't, but not to treat me like some chick he had met in a bar because I was better than that and he knew it. To which he sent me this e-mail about how he was "trying to figure things out" and how I was an "amazing woman" and that he was "grateful" to have my friendship. Whatever. Actions speak louder than words, so from this day forward, this supposed friend of mine is on my shit list.

He texted me one word last week: "Friday?" And apparently, it meant that he wanted to hang out this past Friday, but I couldn't because I was going to NYC. This guy is a dipshit. I'm done even thinking about him. He's too young, and I need to focus my time and energy on guys who are adults and not children. I am all set.

Sunday night was a phenomenal night: we saw Mr. Big sitting a couple tables down from us, and yes ladies, he's as gorgeous in person. Jaime and I tried our best not to freak out and remain calm, but it was tough not to just run over to him and jump on his lap and lick his face. Every time we heard him laugh, we had to keep it together. Neither of us was thrown out and no restraining orders were filed, so mission accomplished.

One of the best quotes of the night came from Jaime at the end of the night, who was completely shitfaced because every guy and his brother were buying her drinks, texted a cute guy she had met at the restaurant: "I know you have a girlfriend, but I want you to know I'm easy like Sunday morning." It doesn't get any better than that! Another example of drunk texting gone horribly wrong.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

My Love Life is a Ball of Suck


The only thing really to say about it is:

Maybe he's just not that into me
Maybe he still has feelings for his ex
Maybe he needs time
Maybe he's too fucking young
Maybe it's a combination of all of the above


It will be so nice to date a man again. Dealing with a little kid for the past couple of months has been frustrating, to say the least.

And, the suckiest part is that I like him. I think it comes down to bad timing. He hasn't experienced life yet, and I can't fault him for that. In 5 years, he's going to be an amazing guy.

Anybody else having a shitty love life?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Love Will Make You Nutso


I am convinced that falling in love will make you go insane. How do I know this?Because my girlfriend is really into this guy she's seeing, and she's become f'ing crazy! She's constantly focused on his every move: where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to, and when she's going to see him again. It's seriously exhausting just listening to her talk about it.

As a good friend, I listen to the craziness and because I love her, I tolerate the borderline psychotic texts/e-mails/IMs from her, asking me to analyze every bit of minutiae of their interactions with each other. She's become a stalker, and I'm not sure how that even happened. She thinks about this guy morning, noon, and night, and every hour in between.

And if he's not texting her every hour, then she's freaking out, asking me if I think there's something wrong. She's become a mental case, and I'm not even sure how it happened. This is a smart, funny, and beautiful woman we are talking about here, and before this guy came along, she had a full life, so where did it all go wrong? She fell in love, and too soon, I might add. She's only known him for a month. Can you really fall for somebody in such a short time?

The romantic in me says "Of course!", but the realistic side in me says "No way!" I tell her she's nutso, and she laughs, but I think she's really lost her marbles with this one. I'm all for losing yourself in love, but this is more like Fatal Attraction sans a bunny being boiled.

I don't know, maybe I'm being too hard on her. She does really like the guy. Who am I to say that she's acting like a weirdo, since I'm not in her situation. All I know is as much as I would like to fall in love again, I want to keep my sanity. That's possible, right? We've all heard the saying "crazy in love", but does it really make you lose your mind? If so, then I'm good with my love life the way it is: uncomplicated and even fun, at times.

Image by Nikola Tamindzic via Home of the Vain Tumblr

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Spring is Near


I love spring because it represents so much: love, rebirth, nature, rejuvenation, and living life to its fullest. Spring is a wonderful time of year. After a long, torturous winter (in New England anyway), spring is a warm embrace after the cold has finally left.

It's also a time of falling in love, feeling free, losing yourself, and enjoying the beautiful sights and sounds of the flowers blossoming and the birds chirping all around us. The thought of spring and all its beauty is the only thing that's getting me through these chilly days.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Men: No ROR


I've dipped my foot in the dating pool again, and it kind of sucks. It's not that I've gotten rejected or anything like that; it's that men have no ROR (aka no rhyme or reason). They make no sense. And the moment I find myself getting annoyed or slightly hurt, I put myself in the shoes of a man and think "What's my motivation right now?" Nine times out of ten, I don't have an answer.

I'm talking to a guy, and so far we've been on ONE date, so I don't really think of us dating. I think we're still in the talking phase with one date under our belt. We text back and forth every day. Some days, he texts me good morning, and when I get used to that routine, he texts me only at night. And when I'm accustomed to that pattern, he rarely texts me that day. Then, the next day, he texts me several times. Now, is this the pattern of some mastermind lothario who is trying to screw with my mind? No, this is just a guy, who gets distracted easily. I'm pretty sure a shiny ball could roll by him, and he would chase after it.

Meanwhile, I'm going out of my head: "Why hasn't he texted me? Does he still like me? Where is he? Why haven't I heard from him this morning? What's his deal?" It's ridiculous, but we women are wired differently from men. We need constant attention, and we need to think that they are thinking about us. Men, on the other hand, pop in here and there, sometimes often, sometimes rarely, and there's never a pattern they follow. It's frustrating. That's why we just have to accept it for what it is: men being who they are - MEN.

There's no rhyme or reason with what they do, so it's pointless to stress about it. Besides stress causes wrinkles, and who needs that. Put your phone away, go to the gym or go shopping with a girlfriend, and do your best to get your mind off the guy who may or may not be texting/calling you.

I've Been a Bad Blogger

Here's the deal: I live at home with my parents right now. I wake up at the ass crack of dawn, and I'm on the road by 7:15, and then I get to work at 9. I leave work at 5, and I get home around 7. My life is monotonous and tiring, and unfortunately, my blog has suffered.

The good news is it's only temporary until I (a)move back into the city and (b)buy myself a new laptop...holler!

For the time being, it's almost impossible for me to find the time to write, which sucks. However, I have many subjects I want to touch upon, and yes, most of them have to do with the opposite sex. Ugh, men.