So, I realize that "Thankgiving Break" has turned into a two-week hiatus. Surprise surprise, right? Work has been so exhausting, and instead of the weather turning me into a sweatpants-clad hermit as I expected, I've been going out and/or socializing even more than usual. To tell the truth, the only reason I'm blogging right now is because I'm not sleepy but I've been sexiled to my bedroom because my roommate just brought his date home. Which is a really bizarre sentence to write, by the way (for many, many reasons). So now I'm just your everyday, sweatpants-clad hermit. Saturday night!!
Today's topic is: I am continually surprised by the fact that I really do get what I want, guys-wise. With the exception of The One, if I set my mind to snagging a guy, I do it. (And I don't need to remind you, faithful reader[s], that I actually have slept with The One, once, but what I really want there is more, and I'm not really getting it at this point, so we'll just sort of give that instance a half-tallymark.) Maybe it shouldn't surprise me as much as it does, considering that I've been pretty successful in that respect of my love life since at least college began, but I tend to overdramaticize my romantic failures, I suppose.
The office holiday party was this week. Office parties are a rather dangerous thing for me, as it turns out, because give me free alcohol and I tend to go a little wild. I've had a little thing for a guy at work, and managed to turn it into a little sumpin'-sumpin' after the party. I'm proud of myself, honestly, and think that it totally has potential to go somewhere (significant age difference be damned, AHEM PIE I SEE YOU SMIRKING THERE).
Okay so maybe the topic of this post was actually just bragging a little. But I'm proud of myself, as I always am - which sounds horrific and notch-in-my-bedpost-y, which is really not how I mean to come off. But I have felt so awkward and ugly-duckling in my own skin for so long that it continually amazes me a little bit that men really do want me. Now if only I knew how to get them to want me for more than just a fun time. That'd be nice. And this guy might actually be that guy, the Holy Grail of NYC - a genuinely good, nice person, with a good career and no ex-wife or kids. Totally self-conscious about office hookups (the next morning was really hilarious, with him attempting to coach me about what to say/etc, like I'd never had an office hookup before [psssshhh]) but really sweet. Good thing this blog is anonymous. Geez I totally have a crush, don't I? Also is it bad if you sleep with someone before you even go on a proper date? I feel like that's bad if you actually might want to go on a date with that someone? Sigh.
[insert long-winded annoyance/angst with how there's no way I could ever be in a real relationship with someone until I've gotten over The One which may never happen blah blah blah]
I'm so good at dispensing great advice about relationships (ok or anything really) but I have no idea about my own life. Blerg.
Post summary: pat me on the back, s'il vous plait, for being such a cute lil ho-bag.
1 comment:
Ha! ...I was smirking, too. But for the record, I don't think sleeping with someone before going on a date will ruin all chances of a relationship. I feel there really is "no right way" in love and life in general. You just have to do it your way.
So good seeing you though. Another bball game soon?
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