Skipping The Wha Wha Wha!
Ok. I could continue to go on and on about the ex. I could confess to meeting up with him for drinks. It was nice to see him. To laugh with him. Still there were awkward moments when he would look at me and say, "What?" As if he was waiting and wanting me to suggest "something", but I didn't.
Right, but I'm skipping the Wha Wha Wha! For now at least. I have done a lot since my last blog. I've slow danced into single world.
So far:
I posted my profile on two dating sites!
Today I posted my profile on Match. Within 3 minutes I had 3 emails! I now have 10 emails and 12 winks!
Chatted with an Insurance Sales Guy who seemed really great. Then he proceeded to tell me that he wasn't divorced yet, it was almost final. Then he told me that when he asked his wife for a divorce, she attacked him. And then she called the police and said he attacked her. Of course the police believed her. "Of course", I said. Then he said, "It gets worse. I have to go to anger management classes every Tuesday and I hardly get to see my kids" I felt terrible.
The next day I was supposed to chat with the Insurance Guy, but I blew him off. Then I sent him an email. I told him that I appreciated his honesty and that I hoped that things would get better for him, but that I couldn't put myself in that situation. Sucks.
Friday night I went out with a Venezuela guy. We met up at a really cool restaurant in Philly. I've been wanting to go there for a while. He was no where near as good looking as his picture and he had phangs like dracula. But at least I'm out there. One less frog before I meat my prince!
Saturday, I went to NYC to meet up with the Debs (I have three friends named Debbie)
I took the train in. NJ Transit. It's cheap, but I really hate it. I would pay 4 times as much to take Amtrak, but the weekend schedules are just way too random! So, I brought my ipod, my book and my new Coach weekend bag which was packed with way too many clothes for one night!
I reached Penn Station and it's pretty crowded. When I was walking up the steps and a woman behind me stepped on my flip flop causing my toes to get scraped under the step above. I let out a very loud scream, "AHHH!!!" The bitch didn't even say she was sorry! My toes were gushing with blood!
"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddie!"
I glared at her. Then I said, "Look at what you did!" She turned to me and said with an obvious French accent, "I'm sorry about your toes" I nodded, but it was an unforgiving nod. I wanted to punch her in the face. I knew it was an accident, but I didn't care. I went into the bathroom to clean off my bloody toes. Then found Duane Reade and bought some Neosporin ointment to put on it. God knows how dirty that station was, but I wasn't going to let this incident ruin my night!
I got into a cab and was off to the upper east side of Manhattan. I reached Deb's apartment...
I found out that the Debs broke up! Now there are only two Debs. I'm a little sad about that. Three Debs are much better than 2! Apparently she was a real Debbie Downer! Anyway, one of the Debs was on a date, so that left me with only 1 Deb. We went for dinner at a Cuban restuarant in the city. We ate some of the biggest tapas ever. Then went to the Bowery. A little young there, but I got to flirt a little with a hottie! That was fun. I'm still a little shy. I decided to switch my drink to Raspberry Stoli with Soda and a lime. It wasn't a late night, which was good. I was yawning by 10pm. In bed by midnight.
The next morning we went for coffee and picked up a New York Times. Then we had brunch at Nora's in the Meridian Hotel. Best brunch EVER!
I'm glad I'm finally getting myself out there. It's been 4 years of knowing I should. It's been too long.
Right, but I'm skipping the Wha Wha Wha! For now at least. I have done a lot since my last blog. I've slow danced into single world.
So far:
I posted my profile on two dating sites!
Today I posted my profile on Match. Within 3 minutes I had 3 emails! I now have 10 emails and 12 winks!
Chatted with an Insurance Sales Guy who seemed really great. Then he proceeded to tell me that he wasn't divorced yet, it was almost final. Then he told me that when he asked his wife for a divorce, she attacked him. And then she called the police and said he attacked her. Of course the police believed her. "Of course", I said. Then he said, "It gets worse. I have to go to anger management classes every Tuesday and I hardly get to see my kids" I felt terrible.
The next day I was supposed to chat with the Insurance Guy, but I blew him off. Then I sent him an email. I told him that I appreciated his honesty and that I hoped that things would get better for him, but that I couldn't put myself in that situation. Sucks.
Friday night I went out with a Venezuela guy. We met up at a really cool restaurant in Philly. I've been wanting to go there for a while. He was no where near as good looking as his picture and he had phangs like dracula. But at least I'm out there. One less frog before I meat my prince!
Saturday, I went to NYC to meet up with the Debs (I have three friends named Debbie)
I took the train in. NJ Transit. It's cheap, but I really hate it. I would pay 4 times as much to take Amtrak, but the weekend schedules are just way too random! So, I brought my ipod, my book and my new Coach weekend bag which was packed with way too many clothes for one night!
I reached Penn Station and it's pretty crowded. When I was walking up the steps and a woman behind me stepped on my flip flop causing my toes to get scraped under the step above. I let out a very loud scream, "AHHH!!!" The bitch didn't even say she was sorry! My toes were gushing with blood!
"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddie!"
I glared at her. Then I said, "Look at what you did!" She turned to me and said with an obvious French accent, "I'm sorry about your toes" I nodded, but it was an unforgiving nod. I wanted to punch her in the face. I knew it was an accident, but I didn't care. I went into the bathroom to clean off my bloody toes. Then found Duane Reade and bought some Neosporin ointment to put on it. God knows how dirty that station was, but I wasn't going to let this incident ruin my night!
I got into a cab and was off to the upper east side of Manhattan. I reached Deb's apartment...
I found out that the Debs broke up! Now there are only two Debs. I'm a little sad about that. Three Debs are much better than 2! Apparently she was a real Debbie Downer! Anyway, one of the Debs was on a date, so that left me with only 1 Deb. We went for dinner at a Cuban restuarant in the city. We ate some of the biggest tapas ever. Then went to the Bowery. A little young there, but I got to flirt a little with a hottie! That was fun. I'm still a little shy. I decided to switch my drink to Raspberry Stoli with Soda and a lime. It wasn't a late night, which was good. I was yawning by 10pm. In bed by midnight.
The next morning we went for coffee and picked up a New York Times. Then we had brunch at Nora's in the Meridian Hotel. Best brunch EVER!
I'm glad I'm finally getting myself out there. It's been 4 years of knowing I should. It's been too long.
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