disappointment, my old friend

the last time i updated my blog, i was raving about the metal man and how awesome he was.  on our first date, i though "this guy is going to be my next boyfriend!"  stupid chick brain always believing in the possibility of romance......
 

i really put myself out there with him.  i was transparent.  i didn't put up the walls.  we talked everyday thru text, 1-3 hour long phone conversations... and then suddenly, the phone conversations stopped, the long texts of Q&A changed to short replies.  he wasn't giving me much to work with.  he works essentially 2 full time jobs and takes care of his parents so that was already an issue, but then he took on a month long freelance assignment, essentially ending our budding romance.  here's his work schedule, not accounting the freelance project:

mon: 10am-6pm
tue: 10am-6pm
wed: 10am-6pm, 10pm-6am
thu: 10am-6pm
fri: 10am-11pm
sat: 12pm-9pm
sun: 12pm-9pm

so where do i fit in?  well, i don't.  this ridiculous schedule, a month long assignment, taking on a second freelance project, and caring for his parents.  i should have known better, but the rose colored glasses of the getting to know you period clouded my judgement.  the sad thing for me is, we talked about his schedule and he assured me that he would make time for me.  i feel bamboozled.  and incredibly hurt.

*sigh*

i've been taking this a lot harder than i normally would with guys when things don't work out.  i'm recognizing patterns within myself of how i handle emotional issues.  and i don't do it well, my friends.  i am so incredibly disappointed, but i'm ready to dust myself off and get back up on my feet.

i feel like a need a break from dating.  it's too disappointing between meeting assholes and then meeting guys i like but it doesn't work out.  i realize that it's best to meet someone when you're not looking, but i feel biologically we are designed to look.

i'm lonely, i want a partner, and while i have an amazing support system, my family and friends cannot fill every need for me.

let's hope next week will be better for my love life.

The third one's a charm

Hi. I'm back. I've been busy.

I had three dates this week -- one with the gym man and the others with some new OkCupid guys.

I haven't posted much recently because there hasn't been much to share. The gym man still continues to not know what he wants but he's good in bed, so I've been keeping him around for fun. He's a decent, attractive guy and he takes me out to dinner, we have good conversations. But after breaking my heart twice, I'm not letting him get that close again.

I had another date with a guy who also has an anatomically correct human heart on his arm, like me. Pretty cool. He pissed me off by nearly standing me up for dinner, but we made it work. Good conversation with him too and I think I would pursue him more if it weren't for guy #3.

I will call him.... Metal Man. I'm kind of crazy about him. He had contacted me on OkCupid and after a lot of talking on there, we moved to texting and then meeting for coffee. Our coffee date was 8 hours of walking around Old Town, eating sushi, talking and getting to know each other. Our second date happened after the above heart on the arm dudes date. I simply couldn't stop thinking about MM, so after my previous date we met up for drinks. Which turned into listening to music in my car, talking for hours, and then watching the sunrise over to Potomac. And then there was my friends birthday BBQ. I brought him as my date. So 3 dates with him, talking daily on text... I totally think this is my next boyfriend. And I've waited so long and waded thru so much shit..... But as excited and hopeful as I am, I'm scared shitless! It's terrifying for me to put myself out there like this. I am choosing hope. Cross your fingers for me. :)

why i hated this season of "the bachelor"

i'm not a huge fan of reality tv because i'm too much of a realist and i tend to nit pick things that are supposed to be real.  we all know it's scripted.  that said, i have become a (fickle) fan of the bachelor(ette).  as a single woman, it's appealing to spend 1-2 hours shutting your brain off and imagining a handsome man whisking you away with the hope of true love on the horizon.

of all the bachelor shows i've seen, this was my LEAST favorite.  first off, juan pablo is a fucking asshole.  the final episode made me so mad because it reminded me of all the assholes i've had the misfortune of dating.  men who are emotionally unavailable should go on craigslist casual encounters, a glory hole spot, buy a masturbation sleeve from me... or go to therapy.  they don't belong on dating websites and they most certainly don't belong on a national dating show!!!

(public enemy #1)

but we want to believe they DO want what we want... so we look past the warning signs, keep our heads down, and hope for the best. 

at least, this is what several of these chicks did.

i noticed early on that juan pablo had the same canned responses, but it wasn't until he told clare in the helicopter "i loved fucking you" after she asked if he loved her that i started to see red.  and then "after the final rose" when he "really liked" nikki but still won't say "i love you".  can you say PUBLICITY STUNT?!?!?!  absolutely disgusting.

some may say that these chicks should have expected it but i disagree.  speaking very generally (and about myself), women are hardwired to love and be in love.  everyone wants someone who will make them happy, care for them, someone to come home to......... i know i want that.  and i believe at the very least nikki and clare wanted that too.

why are men the ones with an upper hand???  why can they be devoid of feelings and women are supposed to expect that?  is it all a part of "playing the game"?

it's so frustrating!  i attempted to play the game back and act like a man, act like i didn't care and wasn't developing feelings for someone... but either way, they win.  WHERE ARE THE MEN THAT WANT A RELATIONSHIP?  DO THEY EVEN EXIST?!?!?!?!?!

it's all about you

hello readers!  i'm updating this week from sunny sin city las vegas, nv.  i'm here for my companies annual convention and i'm having the most amazing time.

this week i want to flip the tables and hear from YOU!!!  what's your best dating in the district moment?  it can be good, bad, or ugly but we want to hear about it!!!

comment below! :)

#treatyoself

sometimes i pre-write my blog posts since i'm so freaking busy and i don't want to skip a week... i happened to write out this week's blog post when i was feeling upset, angry, and lonely.  i haven't read it since and will be deleting the word document.  spreading negativity does nothing for you.  i simply needed to get those negative emotions out and keep it moving.

(seriously.... words to live by)

wednesday is my un-official day off and i have 412 things to do to get ready for my vegas trip this weekend.  i chose to seize the day and take myself on a date.  right now, i don't feel that i'm attracting the quality guys that i want and deserve in my life and that doesn't make me feel great.  so i'm looking for ways to treat myself to nice things to make myself feel good!  so today was all about me, getting ready for my trip, and doing what i wanted to do.  i dyed my hair, got a latte, got a manicure and pedicure, and went shopping.  my haul: rose scented candles, 2 MAC lipsticks, moisturizer, coffee pods, jewelry, and a few gifts for friends "just because".  when i was walking around doing my thing, i had an inner dialog going on about this specific entry.  when i thought about how i chose my happiness over feeling sad about a lack of love, i felt myself stand taller, prouder, and content.  it's amazing how it's as simple as a choice.

i want to get back into the swing of dating regularly.  i have so much love to give and i feel like i'd make an amazing girlfriend to a worthy man.  i won't sweat it for now.  one of my besties told me that when i'm with a guy, my business tends to slow down... but when i'm single, i'm rocking it out.  2014 has been a great year for me professionally and i don't want to lose ANY momentum.  ain't nobody got time for that!!!!

the cube

I had mentioned on my Facebook last week that I was cleaning my office and came across my "cube paper".  The cube is a written test that gives you some insight to things in your life.  My hairstylist shared it with me years ago and after finding it again, this will be a "test" I give to all my suitors.

1. The cube

How big is the cube?
What is its color? What do you think about that color?
How far away is it from you?
Is it transparent? Can you see what is inside?
How big is the cube compared to the desert? What is the ratio?

2. There is a ladder.

Is the ladder leaning on the cube?
What is the color of the ladder? What is it made of?
What impression does it give you?
What is the distance between the cube and the ladder?

3. There is a horse.

What is the distance between the cube and the horse?
What is the color of the horse?
What impression does it give you?
Is it tied? Is there a saddle?

4. There is a storm.

What is the distance between the storm and the cube.
Is it a big storm or a small storm?
Is it passing by or staying?

5. There is a flower/ there are flowers.

How many flowers are there?
Where is/are the flower/s?
What is the color of the flower/s?
How do you feel about the flower/s?

Answers are in the comments BUT DON'T PEEK!!!!  You can only do the cube test once in your life.  Enjoy :)

boring!! or is it?

there hasn't been much dating recently.  i'm working to earn a company trip to jamaica so it's been work work work, party party party, some fun with the FWB. 

FWB is a past guy i dated who i was CRAZY about.  i really thought i had finally found my next boyfriend, but commitment issues on his part got in the way so we split up. i've been so incredibly busy recently, but i still have needs.. which is where he comes in. he comes over, we conversate, and then 4 hours of crazy sex later, he goes home.  he spent the night for the first time on sunday and i appreciate him being a quiet sleeper!!

i had lunch with one of my girlfriends today and as we're catching up, she asks me if i want to date this guy, how i feel about everything, all the things your good girlfriends ask you about a potential partner.

if HE was ready and wanted a relationship, i would consider it.  but based on his past track record i'm not willing to strike out a third time and be the one to ask where we stand.  frankly, i'm satisfied with our current arrangement and once i earn the trip, i can get back to going on dates again with new men.  i'm not putting a lot of energy into it and i'm taking it for what it is: the bomb dot com sex from a very passionate man, who is thoughtful and kind but terrified of committing to anything....

Happy Fcking Valentine's Day

Hello loyal readers! We are only two days away from everyone's favorite (or least favorite holiday) Valentine's Day! Personally, I fucking hate Valentine's Day. It's a stupid Hallmark holiday that is designed to make people feel bad about themselves when they're single. Or, if they have a partner and their partner doesn't make us some huge grand gesture, then they're left feeling like shit. So fuck Valentine's Day. Now with that said in my line of work, I fucking LOVE Valentine's Day. It's a great time of year to be a romance consultant because everyone is shopping for something special. They don't want a fucked up night. And neither do I.

Aside from my new friends with benefits I don't have anything really going on. I have been so busy recently working turn a free trip to Jamaica that I have not been so focused on dating. And when you have a hot guy that fucks the shit out of you on call, there's really no need to hit the streets and find another man. Now I do want to boyfriend, yes, but I'm okay with what I'm doing right now. My friends with benefits is somebody that I've talk to you about before but I'm not ready to reveal who he is yet. Maybe not at all. Let's just say that he's really good in bed and he scratches all of my itches. He's not trying to be up in my shit and after his track history I wouldn't allow it. Never again. But for now he's someone who I can have fun with until I make the time to get out there and start dating again.

For now loyal readers, I hope you have an amazing Valentine's Day whether you're flying solo or with a partner. Just remember that every day is Valentine's Day, do something nice to show your love and respect for each other on a daily basis. And don't worry about me, I will be fine. I'm hoping to go to lunch with one of my besties and then perhaps a sushi dinner in the evening. I refuse to sit at home and feel sorry for myself because I haven't found that right person. And to be honest even though it's been five years since I had a Valentine's, I wouldn't want my Valentine to be that asshole from five years ago. No tears here baby. See you next week!

TMI on the perils of being a woman

oh the joys of womenhood... this week's topic is that bitch aunt flo and how she unexpectedly pops up and fucks up my life for 4 days.  i can usually tell when she's coming, i get emotional or testy and my gut starts talking to me.  here's a breakdown of our fun itinerary:

 (TMI STARTS HERE)

day one: blood, cramps, headaches, shitting

day two: crying at every commercial on tv, see day one.

day three: i transform into an evil bitch and want to fuck people up with my words and actions.  see day one.

day four: feeling like a cat in heat, desire to have a man turn me into a puddle, but unfortunately see day one.

to the guys that may be reading this far, i'm sorry... what you read is a mirage.  women don't poop.

to the ladies that may be reading this, why were we so desperate to get our periods when we were young???  can i get a do over??!

now... what do my bodily functions have to do with my dating life?  well, i have a dating fatwa when flo comes to visit.  i don't make dates when "company" is in town.  and obviously i wouldn't fool around with someone when that's happening, but more importantly i feel gross when it's happening.  i abhor tampons and walking around with one half in and half out of your vagina is the anti-sexy.  i'd much rather hide in my house and see ya next week.

i was supposed to have a dinner date end of last week with Mr SK but he was non responsive.  the day of the date i texted him and asked if we were still doing dinner, he told me he was overworked and tired but would call me.  that was thursday and i'm still waiting for that call.  i texted him today when i was going thru my 412 text messages, trying to clear out my inbox.  he's been busy and had a friend in town...

(i'm not REALLY waiting... he's just not that into you)

 the other guy i went on a date with last week... i'm not sure if we are the right fit so i haven't actively been pursuing it.

and then... one of my past dates/love interests/almost my boyfriend dudes has turned into a FWB.  i'll tell you more about that when we meet again next week.  for now, he is really digging my star stickers for a job well done.... 

your weekly update

happy hump day, y'all!!!

no crazy stories to share this week -- i had a first date on monday with a new okcupid guy and it was mostly uneventful.  we met at rosa mexicano for happy hour, but with him working late and me hitting DC traffic, we missed it.  instead we had dinner on the restaurant side -- veggie tacos for me which were EHHHH.  he was shy/quiet and didn't say too much until we were almost done with dinner.  i think alcohol would have helped, but he got this weird look on his face and rattled off how cheap the happy hour drink specials were, so i felt weird about ordering a drink... so water for both of us.  and those nasty tacos.  by the way, don't utter the word "cheap" on a first date.  seriously.  this seems to be a running theme.  the first date is your opportunity to WOW me. 

(don't be this guy!)

i did offer to pay half the check (which i rarely do) because i really couldn't get a handle on him and something compelled me to offer.  it was probably because of the way he acted at my suggestion of getting a drink.  but he paid, and he did do one thing that really stuck out to me and my old fashioned dating desires... he picked up my coat and helped me put it on.

i've had long discussions with friends in person, on facebook... i don't care what you think, but i like a man who believes in chivalry.  i want him to open the door for me, i want him to pay, i want to be treated like a lady and respected.  that's not to say i'm weak and needy (far from it), but i believe that all woman want to be appreciated in that way... whether or not they'll admit it.  i know i'm worth being treated like gold.  it was really awesome that this guy went the extra gentleman step.  we hugged goodbye and he wants to see me again so we're going out next week.  he texted me later that night to make sure i made it home safe and again the next day.  much nicer than those other assholes that develop temporary amnesia.

so... too soon to tell how i feel on this one.  he's cute, he lives in the same city as me, he wants a girlfriend.  i don't know if i can date another introvert though.  i want a boyfriend... but i want someone to go out with.  AND come home to. 

i'm supposed to go out with the teacher from last week, tomorrow.  what a fun life i lead :)

update + a new man

shocker alert... john duggar never called me back.  i texted him a couple times to hang out (and more importantly, get my scarf).  i was met with replies such as "sorry i'm busy as fuck".  it was enough to make me feel like i'm beating a dead horse.  so i will buy myself another scarf and keep it moving.

in bum me out news, my mountain man got a girlfriend.  i can't be mad at him... 350 miles is a lot of distance and he's young.  he probably dating some ohio redneck which makes me feel better.  and as one of my besties pointed out, i can do better than a guy who proudly wears an "i heart boobies" belt.

and the gym man kind of popped back up, momentarily.  my sister and her friend ran into him at the gym and shouted his name, making it an awkward situation for them.  thankfully he hasn't reached out to me... that's the last thing i want to deal with!!!

i haven't been actively pursuing anyone on okcupid or tinder.  this is the busy season with my career, so i've been more focused on my business hustle then men.  when i do have a guy in my life, my business tends to go on the back burner whereas when i'm single, my business is ON FIRE!  i'm motivated by money, recognition, and feeling good about myself... my business gives me that.  these guys, not so much.  i figure i will work on making me the best person and mister right will come along.  this isn't to say i'm putting a fatwa on dating, rather i'm going to be patient and let him come to me.

so with all that said and all the updates.... i had a first date this week.  guy from okcupid who i've been texting off and on for a month or so.  with the holidays and our busy schedules, we never had a chance to meet sooner.  he invited me out for drinks at russia house in dc.  we will call him mr SK.  he's a special education teacher for DC public schools, 3rd-5th grade.  he lived in LA and dabbled in acting for 8 years.  appearance wise, he's about my height, maybe a bit taller.  brown hair, blue eyes, glasses, average build.  not someone i would stop and stare at on the street, but not ugly either.  we had some good conversation over our jack and cokes (yup, we like the same drink).  we are both libras, have a theatre background in common too.

he walked me to my car and gave me some kisses -- i knew there would be kissing as he was getting in my face.  nothing too crazy, very sweet and innocent.  he told me he wants to see me again so we are going to get dinner next week.

it wasn't until i got home and really thought about my night that i realized how great of a date it was!  i'm so used to going out with men who are seeing how soon they can stick me with their D.  it was so refreshing to enjoy his company and not feel pressured to do more than i wanted to do.  i don't know how well of a fit we are, but he made a good enough impression that i look forward to seeing him again and getting to know him better.  yay!

john duggar, the italian sausage

new week, new blog.  there's been a lull in my dating life between the holidays and traveling for work, but i've kept busy...

(and by busy, i mean i got some.)

when my BFF was home visiting, she introduced me to an app called "tinder".  tinder is a free app.   facebook meets hot or not.  you have the option of swiping photos that you do and do not like.  similar facebook interests and even mutual friends are shown too.  if you both swipe that you like each other, you match, and you're able to communicate.  let me tell you... this shit is way addictive.  swipe swipe swipe, sometimes accidentally swiping people no that you meant to swipe yes.  also, don't reply right away.  apparently, there's an art to tinder-ing.  of all the men i swiped yes, there was one hottie mchotterson.  he reminded me of this goth scene dude i had a major crush on when i was a teen.  everyone who i showed his picture to agreed he's a hottie.  we chatted on tinder here and there and figured we'd get together eventually.

new years eve, i went to bumfuck MD for a casino game night at a friends house.  just me and 6 of my gay friends.  it was perfect!  as the night progressed on, the tinder dude started texting me and urging me to come over.  normally i would say hell no... but everything was yelling HELL YES!  i showed his picture to my friends and they told me GO!  didn't hurt i was an hour from home and tinder dude lived 20 minutes away from my friend.

so i get to his house and wow.........  this guy is FINE.  jersey shore-ish.  a bit taller than me, nice hair, humongous arms, tight body.  he's from DC but he's italian and he has a jersey accent.  we get to talking and he tells me he's irish catholic and has 11 brothers and sisters.  whoa.

(and since his name begins with a "J", i tell him that his nickname is john dugger.)

he was cute and interesting, but his hosting skills sucked.  he had 1 beer in the house and a box of condoms... nice to see he prepared for something, i guess.  good job at the NIH, his own home, his own car... yes i can work with this.  and i'm going to be good.  i'm only going to make out with him.  i am interested in this guy and we all know that sleeping together when you first meet is a no no.

all that was fine and dandy until we began making out.  do i let him touch my boobs?  oh shit, my nipple is in his mouth, okay.........  and then i made that fatal mistake.  i touched his penis.

now, i'm no size queen, but i'm a curvy gal and i prefer a "larger" man.  sure, i've dated dudes that were smaller and that's ok, but i need a sneak peek of what i'm in store for, so i know for next time.

let me tell you... i saw his penis and i exclaimed "WELL THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING".  think of a corona bottle.  add about 2 inches in length and and inch in diameter and there you go.  a true italian sausage.

(god bless america, mexico, DC, italy, and his parents for making this beautiful man)

we went thru the box of condoms that morning, new year's day... sex at 5am.  sleep.  sex at 7am.  sleep.  9am he jacks himself off (what's up with men doing that?!).  sleep.  sex at 11am.  sleep.  at 2pm i woke up and headed home.  we literally moved the bed from one side of the room to the other.  it's a good thing his brother and his roommate were gone for the night.

shocker... he's been too busy to really even text me.  i'm not mad.  i've learned since then that tinder is really more like a casual sex app.  grindr for straight folks.  i don't regret what i did but i'm disappointed that john dugger also doesn't grasp the concept of foreplay.  oh, and i left my brand new amazing scarf i got for christmas at his house.  boo.

will i get my scarf back?  i freaking hope so.  everytime i've asked, i've been met with "i'm busy as fuck."  yup.  i won't see that scarf again.

i told him to mail it to me.

i will say this -- i've read that how you spend your new year's day will dictate how your year will go.  by that logic, i will be getting a lot of azz in 2014.  good for me, and great for my readers!


update 3/7/2014: THE SCARF CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When it's bad, it's bad

This week were talking about foreplay, and how it can be really really good or really really bad. Women and men are very different. Many men are able to "get it up" and be ready to go right away. Where as women need to "preheat your oven". Now, I realize everyone is different, but I'm being very general here. 

There's this guy I've known for years, we will call him the Rapper. We met through mutual friends and went on a date several years ago. He kissed me and I got very irritated with him because I wasn't feeling it. And I don't like to move too fast when I'm dating. I've seen him over the years and we've managed to be friendly, I would consider him a good acquaintance. Over Thanksgiving break, we ran into each other at a bar, and he asked me on a date. He is looking cuter than before so I said yes.

It was a great date. He took me to really nice restaurant, however, he was being a little cheap. He ordered an appetizer and then said well that should be enough food so let's just get a side of okra. I was laughing in my head. After dinner he walked me to my car, I was having a good time so we ended up sitting to my car in talking which led to making out for two hours. People were walking by and laughing at us but I paid $20 to park in the garage, all night long, so I was making the most of that 20 bucks.

Afterwards I drove him home and made the fatal mistake of asking to use his bathroom. I really had to go, like I would pee myself, but I really should just peed on myself. We started making out and the next thing I know he grabs a condom. I asked "why do you need a condom?" He told me "just in case" but I explain there would be no reason for one. We continue to make out and then hear the condom wrapper open. I say "why did you open up the condom?" He said "I thought it was okay and you're ready to have sex" I said "no! I told you we weren't having sex". His reply? "But I already open the condom." That fucking pissed me off. Are you fucking kidding me? How much is a condom cost? A dollar. So I told them "okay fine if you can make me come I will have sex with you."

Now backing up for a second when we had our 2 hour long make out session, he kept telling me how much he loved performing oral sex. Well you could've fooled me! He went down on me for three minutes and then said "did you come yet?" Hmmm.... No. So back down he goes, three minutes later, again "did you come yet?" Are you kidding me? I told him "you will know when that happens." He was way too eager, and a liar. Either he really doesn't like going down on girls or is not very good at it. But somehow someway I did finally have an orgasm. We had sex, it really sucked. I regretted it at the moment it was done.

The next day, he texted me after I got home and told me he had no expectations for our date. But I disagree. I was very clear that I didn't want to have sex too soon but he was very pushy. It's not like he raped me or anything, but obviously he did not listen. He's a good guy, but he needs a woman who is a pushover. I don't think he can handle a strong woman like me. We are mismatched in what he's looking for. And that is okay! Not everyone is meant for everyone. 

But to my readers, please understand that foreplay is vital. Women take time to get in the mood for passion. Take your time with us. 

the tables have turned

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!  i wish you the best for a happy, safe, and healthy 2014.  sorry for not updating last week, i chose to spend the day celebrating christmas with my family... moving forward, this blog will be updated every wednesday!!

(it's nice to know that my blog was missed last week... operation internet celebrity is a go.)

this week, we're talking about how i was a horrible date and if this guy had a dating blog, he would have probably written about ME!!!  really, it was awkward all the way around.

we met up at a DC bar post holiday bar crawl with my bestie and her work friends.  i was already toasty when i met up with him plus i was nervous... and one of my girlfriends was bartending.  it was like an axis of aweome foreshadowing some terrific adventure.  and by terrific, i mean terrible.

we will call him... tattoo chef.  TC works at a nice restaurant in DC and is covered in tattoos.  tall, teddy bear guy.  not really my type but my type hasn't worked for me in the past so there you go.  i'm being open minded.  we had some drinks, chit chatted... yadda yadda... next thing i know, the bar is closed and i am totally shit faced.  there is no way i am driving home, so TC offers to let me crash at his house.  i really didn't want to, but my options were that or sleeping in my car... and it's fucking cold in DC.  so i stumble back to his house, walking into walls, and trying not to be so obvious by closing one eye so i can see where i'm going.

we get to his house and we are in his bedroom... he brings me a cup of water and goes to the bathroom.  i proceed to puke into my glass of water and some got on his bed... OMG... so now i'm freaking out, trying to hide my puke water while cleaning up the puke stain on the bed.  i manage to slide past him into the bathroom, where i clean out my glass and chug a couple glasses of water for good measure.  and now i'm back in his room, we are making out... i was really too drunk to even do that so i roll over and try to be still as my stomach is fighting to dispell everything i have ever eaten or drank in my entire 31 years.

this is where is gets (more) awkward.  TC pulls out his penis and starts jacking off... he cums, and then goes to sleep.  in my drunken state i'm like whatever... but thinking about it later after i'd sobered up, i want to know... WHO DOES THAT?

the next morning, we wake up and he's an hour late to work.  i feel like i'm still drunk and i want to die.  we walk into his living room to leave and we're greeted by his roommate and the roommate's girlfriend.  they seemed surprised that TC has a lady with him and they were super friendly and trying to engage me.  i just wanted to get outside before i projectile vomited all over their pristine home.

TC and i said our goodbyes... he didn't offer to walk me to my car but i let that one slide.  he was late to work and i needed to get away from him in case i went pukey mcpukerson again.  i got home and drank another liter of water and started peeling off my clothes.  i couldn't figure out why it still smelled like puke... until i took off my boots.  somehow, when i had puked into my glass and on his bed, i also managed to puke into my boots.  the inside of the boot was covered in vomit.  absolutely disgusting!!!!!  those boots went straight in the trash.

i spent the rest of that day feeling like death.  it was horrible.  one of my closest friends was celebrating his birthday and i lasted all of 30 minutes at his dinner party.  i swore off alcohol for life, but i've come around.  in the future, i know that 8 jack and cokes, 1 irish car bomb, and a ham sandwich for dinner will not cut it.