My dating life is something of a...well a clusterfuck for lack of a better word. I've usually chosen guys that were not good for me but seemed like fun. Those relationships lasted all of three weeks.
My longest boyfriend lasted an incredible two and a half months. He was a nice guy but the lights weren't exactly on upstairs. The funny thing was is that he was the one who dumped me. His reasoning: I was going to college to live in the dorms and we wouldn't see each other as much. Did I mention that the college was a grueling thirty minute drive and he had no job at the time? It's not like he had a whole lot of busy time. That was fine though since I planned on breaking up with him soon. Still, better to be the dumper than the dumpee.
So I have another lovely three week relationship with an alcoholic former drug dealer who lived across the hall from me. He conveniently left out the former drug dealing until his friend told me, but yeah I knew he had a problem with alcohol. Stupid me actually believed he was going to the AA meetings the court assigned him to the second week of our "relationship". When the police are standing by your door to make sure he stays in his room the night you hook up because they find alcohol in his room, it's probably best to just be friends. From across the campus.
Needless to say, after drunkey I just stayed single for about two years.
Then I got sick of it and joined a free dating site. Now these sites are okay, if your willing to shift through hundreds of guys who didn't read what you were looking for and just thought you looked hot/easy. Now I'm not talking like sense of humor or all that, I'm talking about AGE. I'm 23 and I really don't feel like going out with a guy the same age as my father. That's just too creepy for me personally. Especially when they open up that they have a daughter or son the same age as me. I'm in no mood to fulfill some guy's daddy/daughter fantasy.
I've not had the luck that the people on the magic picture box seem to have in the commercials. Those people are married now or in a long-term committed relationship. Me? I got dumped by a guy because my dad is 3/4 Mexican and is brown. Or how about the guy that didn't take a shower and kept hugging me? That was fun. We went for coffee and I nearly threw up into my cup.
Eventually I meet a guy who's like a younger version of my grandfather. Now I look up and respect my grandfather so this guy seemed great. He was hard-working, going to trade school, had a job, was close to his family and was just all-around a fun guy to be with. He had a little addiction to pool but I have a little addiction to The Sims and I was willing to cope with it. All in all, this guy seemed perfect. A little hung up on his ex that hurt him but like any crazy woman I figured I could deal.
Apparently though, he saw me as just a friend. We never kissed or held hands, even though I gave all the signals I was willing to let him make the first move. I actually wanted this to work out and not rush into things. Stupid me. He ends up seeing me as just a friend. I hate being a friend. I was a friend all through high school to the guys I liked. I've always been the friend. Guys talk about being in the friend zone and that girls do it all the time. News Flash! You fuckers do it too! When a girl is listing to you talk about D&D or your pool game, she doesn't do it as your friend, she does it because she's hoping you'll take the hint and eventually kiss her!
...At least I am, anyway.
So a few months later I move out here to Tennessee. I'd been talking to this guy for a while and we decide to meet a few weeks after I've been in town. (No I didn't move for him, I moved for my dad's job and my family). We seem to hit it off. He's a nice guy, but again I don't want to rush into kissing and everything. From my experience that usually leads to a guy wanting more the second date. He's a perfect gentleman, takes me out to lunch, shows me all the towns, gives me a history lesson. Just a really great guy. Then last night I go over to his place for grilling and movies. It's going great, we eat, watch Se7en, and I'm laying on his shoulder. It was a nice night. I get home and text him, telling him I had a great night. Then he tells me he wants to be friends. He "likes [me] but is getting more of a friend vibe". I don't lay my head on my friend's shoulders! (Well, except for my friend in high school but I was hitting on him constantly!).
So now I've been friend zoned twice in a row. FML. Still doesn't break my record of every guy I ever liked in all my three years of high school.
On a more positive note, I started an afghan for my Mom for our Christmas decorations. We had a fire in April and lost all of them so this will be one of the first new decorations.
Friday, Day 1 of Project XMas Afghan
Saturday, Day 2 of said afghan, 11 rows done. I'm officially 0.024% of the way through it.And now a random picture of Delaney, she thinks my love life is stupid since she's now fixed and can't have babies. She can be such a vagina blocker.
