I’m 28 years old. Last
year I broke up with my boyfriend. After
a long post break up relationship- you know the one- when you decide you can be
friends and talk all the time. Then you
decide that it would be an awesome idea to get together- because you’re
friends! Then you fall into a pattern, a
familiar pattern, but that ok- because you’re friends! And then you realize you’re not really
friends. So you have the talk,
again. You cry, again. You get over it…again.
After the break up, I rebounded. I started hanging out with a boy who had
broken up with his girlfriend around the same time that I had broken up with my
boyfriend. We talked at night when we
couldn’t fall asleep. We laughed. We had fun and it was exactly what I needed
when it happened.
During the past year I liked one boy-but was way too “post
break up blind” to see that I was seeing the wrong boy. Luckily, him being the wrong boy, totally
blew it after like 2 minutes. He’s a
good friend now, the real kind and I love him a lot.
I went on one real date.
But when running on the treadmill te next day- all I could think about
is the ex. I decided to wait a little
while before I started dating again.
I started to enjoy the quiet.
I slept with both pillows. I
leave the cabinet doors open and my clothes on the floor. I might have started on one side of the bed,
but as the night goes on, I’m all over the place. And the best part, I leave a place because I
want to leave (or it’s closing, whichever comes first).
Then I made my last, “I’m over you” move. I liked a guy who was a lot like my
ex-boyfriend, only a little better. He’s
my “Ex 4S”. Basically, the same only with
a couple little improvements. When I
realized that, realized I didn’t want that, I knew I was read to date.
Except I’m 28 and I don’t get out. I work at a bar with mainly drunk men. And when you’re drunk, you are not attractive,
male or female. When I’m not at the bar,
I like to stay at home………and sleep.
So I’m 28 and have decided to register at a dating
website. Put it out into the universe
that I’m ready to date. And deal with
whatever weirdness comes my way. Plus, I’m
pretty sure it will make a funny blog…
