Okay, now, on a much lighter note, let's get back to my dating disasters... No, none of them have led to me bearing a child... sorry. I have struggled on how I want to share my dating stories... I think I will start with my most recent dating blunder and then move on in a chronological fashion. Sound good? Oh who am I kidding, I don't care if you like the way I format my blog...
So, my most recent dating catastrophe did indeed lead me to starting this fantastic blog. I have been stewing over this most recent heartbreak for a little over a week now, and like every other girl, I have been over-analyzing everything. Every girl does this. Those of you who don't admit to it, are worse than those of us who do! Just an FYI...
Anyway, I started seeing this most recent boy (remember, I call them boys. Deal with it. They haven't proven their manliness to me) about a month and a half ago. We had kind of known each other for the past7 years. I say kind of because we hadn't really talked much, but we did smile and pass the occasional flirtatious joke... He is in fact the manager at my family's favorite restaurant. Yeah, that will be awkward from now on. I'm not going to avoid eating my favorite potato crusted walleye dish just because he works there, duh.
Well, thanks to today's nifty technology, we became friends on Facebook. Yes, I totally added him! Sometimes a girl needs to take matters into her own hands. One thing lead to another, and I commented on a status of his about my favorite red wine, Shiraz. Feel free to send some my way. Well, he was bold enough to ask for my number and then he asked me out on a date. It was sweet. He sent me the endearing text messages reading, "I'm excited to see you." and "I think we are going to have a blast! Is is weird that I'm so excited?!" Yep, for a boy, he sure was good at making me smile like a little school girl.
On the night of our date, I met him at this little trendy place downtown GR. It is one of my favorite places to grab a nice bite to eat and a wonderful glass of wine. We sat for 2 hours over a bottle of wine and tuna tartar and shared stories of high school, friends, and even past relationships. It was so easy to talk to him. His sarcasm flowed as freely as mine, and I felt completely comfortable with him. We decided after we drained the very last drop of wine from the bottle that the date shouldn't end just yet, so we went next door to have a bottle of beer and watch the football game. Ps. I'm obsessed with football, so this was awesome...
After that bottle of beer, once again, we decided the date couldn't end... yep, it was going that well! Eeekkk! I smile just thinking about it! So, we went to a bar closer to his house, so in case we needed to walk home, we could. We're responsible. Now, I know some of you are thinking, "well shit, no wonder why her dating life is a disaster... She gets drunk on first dates!" My response to that is simple, screw you. Actually, I had no intention of getting drunk with him, but it did happen. We talked and talked and talked over 5 or so glasses of PBR. Classy.
While we were walking back to his place, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in. It was really sweet. It definitely got my heart racing, and for me, that is quite an accomplishment. I rarely get excited over guys I've dated.
Once we got back to his house, we decided to go in the basement and watch a movie together, and we basically ended up cuddling the whole time. Well, that is, until he kissed me... then we just kinda made out after that... For those who are wondering, heck yeah, he's a phenomenal kisser. AMAZING. INCREDIBLE. Okay, enough caps. You get the picture.
Yep, so I stayed the night. NO! I am not a slut. We kept it extremely PG. He gave me some of his sweats and gave me a sweet goodnight kiss, and that was that. The next day, I had to go to an interview for an internship, so I drove him back to his car, and I drove in for my interview.
He texted me the entire day. He sent texts telling me that he couldn't wait to see me again, and all the fun he had the night before. It made me giddy! That next Friday, I went to see him again, and then I saw him again and again and again.... Each time was better than the last. He even changed his work schedule so he could get off work early, so we could spend more time together. Over Christmas break, I saw him a lot at first, and then Christmas night struck. I call this D day. This the night where things started to go downhill after.
I am going to Washington DC for the entire summer for an internship. Ironically, yes, it was the one I interviewed for the day after our first date. Christmas night when I was with him, we were talking about summer and how he wanted me to spend the 4th with him on the lake that he grew up on, and how we couldn't wait for the warm days to come back. Then, I said the thing that changed it all, "It's going to be so much hotter in DC than here in MI. I can't wait to come home on the 4th and think that it's cold." Yep, that registered with him.
I was going to be gone for the summer. He panicked. Seriously, I saw him the Monday after Christmas, and I met his father, and then he fell off the face of the Earth. I saw him a week after that, and that was it. Every time I tried to make plans with him, he would pass it off. He always told me that he wanted to see me before I went back to school, but alas, he didn't.
While all of this was going on, I was confused, hurt, upset and yes, definitely a little peeved... DUDE! Be a man and tell a girl what's going on! Good freaking lord, men say women are hard to read?!?! Psh, that's nothing when trying to decipher a guy.
This past Saturday, it was one of my best girlfriend's 21st birthday! Woot woot! Well, the boy was supposed to meet up with us at the bars, and he conveniently bailed on me. I got the "I'm really tired and I feel like crap" excuse. BULL! Don't put up a Facebook status that reads, "Out for the night! What to do now?" Seriously, moron?!?!?! Yep, awesome. You're an idiot. So, after I sent some blatantly honest and bitchy texts, I returned to school, and now I have no clue where he and I are at.
Oh, did I mention that he was talking to an ex and they are possibly resolving issues? No? Must have left that out... yeah, way to make this girl feel sweet! Ugh, so now he texts occasionally and he's been commenting on my most recent Facebook status, and nothing appears to be wrong to him.
I don't get it. They really must be as dumb as everyone says. I mean, good grief, you don't just start dating a girl and then leave it hanging in Never Never Land. We girls want answers! Lots of them. Even if they don't make us happy, they still give us closure.
The worst part of all of this, he still has one of my favorite shirts at his house, AND my pyrex dish! I want that dish back! It's perfect! Yeesh, what does a girl have to do?
So, now I'm back at my apartment. I'm definitely feeling lonely and a little lost, but I keep thinking about that pyrex dish. Maybe this just means that I will feel better once I get that damn dish back. Aren't I the little Suzy homemaker!?! I should be a southern sorority girl! NOT! Anyway, I'm sitting here thinking, "what if?" ya know? We all think that from time to time, I guess... It's frustrating as hell! I know this post isn't as exciting as the first, but I promise they will get better.
After this most recent crapshoot of a relationship, I was fed up and annoyed. So I started this blog. This story is the reason for my blog. Next time, I fully intend on sharing the story of my first "love." Yeah, I was in first grade. It didn't last long, but it is definitely a story that makes me laugh. I leave you with this.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Dr. Seuss
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity. Dr. Seuss
-- Albert Einstein
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