I turned 25 this year. What happens when a guy you started the year with a bang with greets you a happy quarter life and asks for a “surprise”?
The answer is, you reply a day later.
I know you get it that surprise meant sex, but yeah that’s just how he called it. Might as well call rape, surprise sex. Kidding–that’s offensive. I apologize I have not been sensitive lately or for all time.
TBEH (To be EXTRA honest) I’m paranoid like, what if this blog gets attention and he realizes I’m talking about him? But the guy seems pretty cocky/non-chalant so I guess he wouldn’t mind.
This guy and I ended up talking for a little while. I have a bit of a crush on him so it was nice talking to him again after months. I’d want to share what else happened but I’d maybe save that for later and I’m just gonna say it’s a change of heart–again.
Christmas gets lonely when you’re alone, it seems, for some. “If you’re not seeing someone then I’m asking you out” seems flattering to hear when you like the guy. If you don’t, it only feels a bit awkward, especially if it’s Christmas Eve.
I admire the courage, though–thanks for playing try again–John Mayer. This guy is hella nice but he sleeps around. I doubt his motives too; he said he was interested in seeing me again–dating–and that includes sex because at this day and age–never mind just watch my upcoming TedTalk on sleeping around.
He came from a serious relationship but I’m just not into him. That’s too bad. And he’s the kind of guy that’s so nice to show off to your folks. Now listening to Apologize by One Republic–no, not really that jam is too old but I love the band.
Just 3 more days ‘til V-Day. To all the guys not getting the V, and the girls not getting the D–CHEERS.
I’m Tired of the Good Guys (Even Though I’m a Good Girl)
What’s faster? A superficial judgment or a swipe left?
The reason I stopped writing here is because I think I’ve shifted priorities. I’ve stopped clubbing altogether, and Alice left me, metaphorically. So basically our adventures have become a split episode now.
And I’ve decided to write again partially because I’m getting tired of my own hypercritical mind (work wise), but never tired when it comes to psychoanalyzing boys. Welcome back, self.
I’m a few days fresh from a date I went to — I met this guy off Tinder. He’s nice, and I have to say I’ve met nothing but nice guys on it, no shit. But the thing is, and I’m going to be so shitty saying this, is some nice guys lack in the looks department.
Go ahead and judge me. Yes, I objectify guys because the app I’m using to meet them largely suggests picking them based on looks. Of course I check profile descriptions, some are witty and smart and I appreciate that. Virtual conversations are a lot of fun too — there’s chemistry there. But to simplify things, well you know some people just look good in photos and the less in person. I’m sorry. Look, I probably do too. (Well you can’t actually look but whatever).
How many nice guys I’ve gone out with: 6/6 How many guys went out of their way to meet me/insisted on driving me home and/or drove me home: 4/6 How many guys I enjoyed the date with: 3/6 How many guys I’m physically attracted to: 2/6 How many guys I ended up liking and seeing a potential relationship with: 1/6
The other guys I’ve met in clubs, I’d say all of them I found exceedingly attractive or at the very least cute. But none of them are relationship material. Shocker.
Listen to Justin Bieber’s Sorry while reading this because I am.
BTW, this blog makes me feel arrogant but I’m being brutally honest and factual, not totally objective but maybe sociopathic. Please date me.