My Journey’s: Maybe the First

Because it’s been a while, God knows the dating pool is awful right now (side bar: I am dating but it’s just dating) I’m reaching back a bit…

The other day I was thinking (I know I shouldn't strain myself) and I thought Garrett was my first real boyfriend. He should of set the tone for future relationships, but instead I rejected him. What is wrong with me? He was such a good guy. Carnations for our three-month anniversary, something he found more exciting than I did, he never push me into anything (kissing back then was a big deal mkay) and he always had nice things to say about me despite what was in his ear (Chamblee can be so dramatic and talk talk talk).

I’m probably stretching the truth a little. When I hit high school I had a number of boyfriends right off the bat (I’m not gloating). In truth I was just new eye candy to some, but I was something special to Garrett. He made sure I knew that and it made me feel weird so I put an end to it. I chose to be with someone that was less than good to me instead. This person turned out to be my long term. I grieve the thought of this.

The older I get (or maybe it’s just the dating) the more I realize that certain things just don’t matter and the ONE thing that actually does is how someone makes you feel. We set the tones for how we want to be treated. If we let guys get away with being jerks they’re going to be jerks. The saddest thing of all is Garret was way cuter (and taller) than who I chose for long term. What.Was.I.Thinking!? Now I’m so frightened of losing myself or getting hurt it’s hard for me to take the leap. And I really only have myself to blame. Most of us are damaged and we need to get the F over it! Live in the now.

This is turning into a self help (of sorts) so I’ll end with Happy Voting Tuesday! Thank God it’s almost over. It’s nasty outside and I can only think that it’s a direct reflection on our candidates. That being said, I'm not voting so as my Daddio would say my opinion doesn't count. 

My Journey’s: Last Night’s Date

Admit it, my dear (12) followers; you knew I’d be recapping my date from last night here.  I’ll start it off like this: We were scheduled to meet at a restaurant out in midtown. Traffic was awful and it was raining (when it rains in Atlanta, everyone just stops knowing how to drive…wait people never know how to drive) so we headed off the highway to a just as fancy place owned by the same people of the original restaurant we’re suppose to meet at. I know that was a lot of info. I find the place and go in, and what do you know they won’t seat me without the rest of my party (one person). “Let me see what I can do for you just a second” the host says. I’m thinking “Oh I’m sorry it’s not like I’m ruining you’re night by being here, switching reservations, the place is almost EMPTY and I see waiters walking around, sitting at the bar with nothing to do, but oh it’s all good I’ll wait”.

I’m sitting near the door waiting for him to arrive and everyone that walks in ahead of him I get that nervous feeling and you know that awkward moment when you’re waiting for a blind date and an old man walks in and you think “oh shit”. It’s just not fun. However that wasn’t my date, my date was worse…in walks my date and the first thing I think is “OH NO HE’S SHORT”. He’s short ya’ll. Yep he’s short. Shorter than me and that’s a problem. Second thought is, his picture online is definitely a younger buck of himself. The date goes on boringly. I’m making stupid conversation mostly about stuff no one cares about let alone a stranger and he’s laughing at things that I’m saying that aren’t meant to be funny.

Finally he’s ordered dinner (it only took our waitress 5 visits to our table), and we’ve gotten through dinner and I’m thinking I can go home. Guess again…He wants desert. Not desert from the restaurant, he’s got a craving for yogurt. He’s paid for dinner and asks me if I have cash…because get this even after he tells me I’m going to have to have money to pay for parking (so I went to the bank) he doesn’t have cash and needs to pay valet. He says, “I’ve got dinner, but I just need a couple bucks for parking”. Yeah no problem here's $2. Did I mention he also paid with a coupon? Lucky US there’s a Yoforia down the street and just to avoid feeling like I owe him anything I pay for yogurt. We say our goodbyes and I run off without anything too awkward. Just when I think this is over he calls me. Here’s where I turn into a big asshole and I don’t know why I do this. He asks me if I had fun tonight and if I want to see him again I say yes…What.Is.Wrong.With.ME!? 

Conversation with this guy had me thinking he's a bad luck charm. As if I couldn't get anymore OCD and superstitious! He tells me he's tried three times to open his own business. Once his mom was diagnosed with cancer, died :( , once 9/11 and one more time market crash. I tell him please, for humanity, don't do that again. He goes on to tell me he sat next to a guy at church whom he thought was a jerk and 6 months later the guy dies and no one can tell you how...It was a FREAK accident of sorts. Yeah I think it's in my best interest to stay away from this guy. 

My Journey's: Well No Time Like the Present

After a lot of consideration I re-activated my okcupid account. I’ve gone on a total of 2 dates since I rejoined and I’m already about over it, checking it close to never and even setting up a date and forgetting about it…Oopsies. Well he didn’t try to contact me to definite plans anyways, so no harm no foul.

All that being said I have a date tonight. I feel like I’ve been here before. Explaining to you all, my few readers, that I have yet another online date to go on. They never amount to anything. If anything at all a good story (or bad story) in “My Journey’s”. Maybe this one will, or won’t, end up there. It has been a while since I’ve posted anything in that section of my blog. 

Wish me luck readers. No matter how hard I try (or how many times I say I won’t) not to get my hopes up, I always do! They always go up just to be dropped down. I’m not being droopy I’m just sayin. Maybe I’ll get a second date…Maybe a third…Maybe I’ll be able to use the sessy unders I bought for more than just myself (I kid I kid) ;) Maybe it will maybe it won’t, but just like my title, no time is like the present. Here’s to it… * cheers *