Back to Singledom

I have noticed that I am back to eying up every potential guy within my field of vision, i.e. every guy within my age bracket who looks mannish. At the very least, this means I'm back to monitoring my options and thus open to new men. Which leads me to ramble on the keyboard about how shitty being alone is after being with someone.

Break-ups are just a heap of shit. I don't really feel like doing another one. Thanks. There I am thinking I've got my feelings under wraps--I'm gonna do better! This is the right thing for me! Just wait till I meet someone who wants this as much as me--and then there I am with tears on my face in the car on my drive home from work. It's not even like I'm trying to think about him (at first--then obviously I'm just torturing myself).

A good friend told me that even though someone can be good, good is the opposite of best. I'm not exactly sure how that computes but I'm with her on the general gist of it. He was good. But the more space I have from him, the more clearly I can see that there were things missing. I am ready for a relationship--my best relationship... I think.

One and Un-Done

The relationship is over. We called it off. He was overwhelmed by work and a big decision looming in his future. Oh, and apparently he's not quite ready for a relationship. I love the guy and it hurt like hell when I first caught a whiff of his panic but now that it's done and done? I'm ok. Now I have to go meet some more people.

Fancy Reading A Book?

I'm not the only one! It looks good. If you give it a try, let me know how it is (and likewise)!

The Appropriate Pick-Up Artist

I've been wondering... how does a guy hang out with a lady he's attracted to while she's on the dance floor without seeming totally skeavy? I elect that he doesn't try to pick up the girl on the dance floor. Perhaps afterward, with a line like "Hi. Nice moves."

When in doubt, just say "Hi".

Following Silver-Jeep

My roommate and I have been sneaking peeks through the front window at a local tenant. We call him Silver-Jeep. We've only caught sidelong glimpses of him: wearing a snappy suit in the morning, carrying a coffee back into his room on the weekend, picking up a six pack for a female visitor... Oh, the mystery!

It's become more of a game with us now. Or maybe it's just me. I have a feeling my roommate just isn't as excited about him as I am. I'm not surprised. We left him a note this past Friday night after being out dancing and imbibing. We had sandwiched his silver jeep between our cars and thought to leave him a love note.

Dear Silver Jeep,

We like you. 

The end.

Well, he didn't write back. It's ok. We were outside yesterday when he happened to be leaving for the gym. Upon closer inspection he certainly is a healthy young man and he's attractive in his own way, but not nearly as hot as we had painted him to be in our minds. He was terribly nice to us (as we both imagined in our heads that he had figured us out).

It's what's on the inside that counts... really. And some mystery is nice.

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