...naturally.

Its been 11 days since I've spoken to my most recent relationship failure... I was taking it well: in confident "I'm good at getting over this by now" strides.  No chocolate. No sappy love songs.  No angry outbursts. Real pro-like.

So excuse me if I'm suffering from a bit of insomnia; or having glum opinions about possible proposals; or annoyed during coupon clipping because of all the seasonal-driven coupons directed towards couples; or the crying during Hallmark/Publix commercials; or the fact I can't decide what to eat so I spend an hour aimlessly stalking around the grocery store talking to myself...

Real pro-like. 

"I'm alone; not lonely." Well, I'll get there again, eventually.

7-11 Lover

Stop in for a quickie:
Fill up your tank,
Quench your need
For something sticky sweet

And then leave.
Continue to wherever you were headed.

Until your thirst returns,
Or your tank runs low
And you need a convenient stop:

Pull in,
Park as close as you can,
My doors open automatically:
Just for you

Faster you get in,
Quicker you get out,
"Thank you! Come again."

Baby it's cold outside...

It's nights like these I wish I had someone to curl up with and snuggle.  The colder the weather, the lonelier it feels. Another reason why the winter season is hazardous for singles.

Down under.

The problem with dating is it always starts the same way... you meet an OK Guy who your friends talk you into going out with because they think he's great and you need to give him a chance: date one is magical.  He takes you out to dinner and pays, ending the night with a kiss.   Date two is the same gentleman behavior ending in heavy petting.  Date three: his personality finally starts to show and you realize your prince is really interested  in a steak dinner and exploding all over your stomach after a  hand job...

Albeit, we are physically compatible.  But his rigidity and structured type A personality stifles my passionate, spontaneous side; I'm water where he's a rock. And when I try to flow, he blocks my current.  I may be better off washing him off to sea with the other stones and sharks...

New Years Tradition

Starting my new year's tradition of attempting to journal; nursing a hangover: my stomach is on fire... last night, got hammered at Casselberry Lanes on two long islands; by the time the ferry dropped me off, I was stuck on that island searching for a bed with 1 1/2 more games to bowl.  Jessica,  Becky, and Brandon were there to witness my record game of 38 pins in 10 frames.
Today: 3rd 'date' plans: I'm excited, I like him A LOT, but I keep preparing myself; worst case scenario: he's a serial killer followed by second worst case: he turns ou like every other guy: non-emotional-only-looking-for-a-once-a-week-warm-hole-to-stick-it-in-lets-just-keep-this-non-defined fwb: all in all, going in with positive thinking.