Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda

On my birthday, I went into Claire's to buy jewelry. On my birthday the guy at the register was incredibly good looking. And on my birthday,he took my phone number and gave me two coupons instead of one, after complimenting my mother with the best possible "I thought she was your sister." I think he believed it!



My birthday was a Sunday.

We went out on a date on a Wednesday.

And then, the next day, I left the state to go back to school..



End of story.....





NOT.



The date was incredibly sweet. Vintage sweet. 1950's lunch on a picnic blanket sweet.

And the conversation was amazing. There was even a kiss (gasp) or two. Yes, I realize its a very forward first-date move, but hey. Sometimes, just sometimes, you can break a rule or two.

The only visible issue was that he's only an inch taller than me, and younger. Sure.... age doesnt matter... but im twenty-two.






Yikes a million.



However... im getting over it. As wonderful as he is, this blog is not quite about him.



Because, i could go on and on and on about how great he is, and compatible we are, and how well we are doing, all of 22 days later.... (when you talk EVERY day thats alot... especially considering that for 14 of those days i didnt really have a phone.)



But im sure that going on about him would lead you to assume the vomit position with a bag under your head....



cute can only be tolerated for so long. Im aware.



No.. this blog is instead about the considerable amount of creatures who are left in the aftermath, still pursuing yours truly, and well-assured of their imaginary importance in my life.

*scoff*

well, arent they arrogant....



Let's start with the ex boyfriend. You know the one. If you read any of my blogs... ever.. you know that my ex boyfriend, who is in the army now, has been a phantom in my love for a few years after we broke up. Ha. No.... after HE broke up with ME. Lets not sugarcoat. I couldnt get over him! It was insane. I think he ws singlehandedly responsible for my inability to go down the boyfriend road with anyone else after him.



talk about leaving an impression.....



Now, he has a daughter, and a crazy "baby mama." yeesh. And he has decided to be "single" for awhile. Not the first time. Every time he has a bout of singleness, its actually a masquerade for his emotionally dumping on me the frustrations of complicated love. i am his emotional mistress. or... rather... i was. i refuse it anymore, and i think this scares him.

and he is just one of many. Men who think that I will always be the doting "friend" who just adores them so much that i will endure anything.
i wasnt even that girl when they thought i was....

so... they can all kiss it. hard.

they can take their need to be comforted and petted, and go buy a puppy.

even without the guy i met, im very decided on making the most of my time on this watery ball we call earth, and that means looking out for myself.

i will treat well, those that treat me well.
and for the rest of you?
shoulda. woulda. coulda.