Here I am, accidentally drunk on Thursday night. I poured myself one glass of wine to celebrate… well, to celebrate absolutely nothing except how genuinely contented I am at work at the minute. Then I poured myself another to celebrate… well, to celebrate that tomorrow is Friday.
Oddly enough, that was all I needed to feel ‘the buzz’, and now here I am, catching up on ‘Puberty Blues’ and feeling the urge to write a blog; though unsure what it is I’m going to be writing about.
I haven’t written anything decent in sometime (don’t expect it tonight), and I suppose that’s because I haven’t had anything new, interesting or enlightening happen to me.
I haven’t had a date in about six weeks. This is for a number of reasons:
* The Casual Arrangement burnt me. It was my own fault for falling into the trap of looking for too much, looking too much into it, looking for something that wasn’t there… looking, looking, looking.
* The men who I’ve chatted to online in the last six weeks (on the rare occasions I’ve been online and disillusioned to the reality of what is there at the minute) have been any and all of the following: devoid of any brain matter whatsoever, apparently hard consistently, needy, boring, self-involved, arrogant.
I’ve had some bizarre deletions, questions and confrontations.
* Due to Wubs and I saving for our big overseas adventure to Scotland, England and New York in December/January, we haven’t been going out at all - meaning a lack of opportunity to meet gents - although when we were gonig out we had hit a lull anyway.
* I’m disinterested and am looking for someone to find me. Contradictory, but true. Don’t I deserve to be found sometimes? That was rhetorical you cheeky bastards, I do.
So where does this leave me?
It leaves me rewinding those oh-so-desirable staged kisses we see in TV shows and films and watching them over, pretending I’m the lady getting kissed.
This means I’ve kissed the following leading men in the last six weeks:
Adam Scott, Charlie Hunnam, Justin Kirk, Beau Mirchoff, Jason Segal, and all manner of other men.
I am a popular lady indeed.