I’m finally back into my regular mode. Sort of. kind of. I’ve been on work overload and soooo tired. My mom and I have come to the conclusion that something in the vaccines that we got for our trip makes us perpetually sleepy. Like I can sit in a chair and close my eyes to meditate and boom I’m passed out. I even fell asleep in the sauna. Like seriously who falls asleep with a towel on in a 118 degree room. When my healer/masseuse/whatever you want to call her returned to check on me she thought I had passed out… nope just sleep.
So anyway amid the tiredness life has been pretty good. Somehow those two weeks in South Africa gave me a boost. I’d been a homebody and relaxing and all of a sudden I’m out three nights a week and networking and meeting folks for drinks.
The whole dating thing is just ehh. From ridiculously old me trying to hit on me, to Mr. Great on Paper but MAJOR issues in real life, to an old MARRIED man with a wife asking me to be his mistress (he’s not that old in the big scheme of things but he graduated college when I was 3). I mean seriously. Who comes out of their face to ask someone if they’d like to be the “other woman” especially when your only interactions have been in a professional setting. I was really sitting there like what type of signals am I sending out. Then I realized I should be asking him WTF is wrong with you.
My mother thinks I should sign up for Date Lab (one of my favorite parts in the WashPost Mag) and go on a date on there. It’s REALLY not that serious for me, but I guess she may be worrying if I’ll be spinster. If I am one (which I won’t be) I’ll be the fly well traveled Dorothy.I.Height type of ladies. You won’t see me and 37 cats living in a old house in DC.
Before I go back and do some of this stress inducing work. I have to tell you all about hell date (since the tone of this post turned that way). I pretty much got the major hookup for a Skins game (had 50 yardline seats 20 rows from the field) and the dude that went with was a hot mess. First he picked me up late which is unacceptable, then we get there and we go to eat and it’s like i’m eating with a caveman. I know some things are a finger food but seriously if you are going to eat a sausage without a bun knife and fork it. DON”T grab it with your hand and bite it (as a man that should terrify you anyway). So anyway we are in the game he’s talking a whole in my head and all the people around me so I’m texting another friend that is also there and I meet him in the lobby for a quick hello and to get a drink and then I go back and he is in the process of selling MY ish, commemorative memorabalia that they were giving out to season ticket holders, to some guy. I’m like how you going try to sell my shhh and I got you in the game FOR FREE and parking in the orange lot and free tailgate and all you had to do was pick me up (which didn’t go well since he almost killed me SEVERAL times because of his driving skills, or lack thereof). So game is ending we leave I’m like we parked to the left of here. He says no it was to the right. Fine. At this point I’m pissed and am like whatever. We walk around the ENTIRE stadium back to the gate right next to wear we came from to get to the car. Was I pissed yes. Then he’s driving me home and we almost get in three accidents (mind you I live 5 miles from the stadium). When I get home he’s on some can I come in. Umm hayle no. Leave me beee. I know next time it will be me and my girls at the game and not a dude.
The frustrations of dating lol. I won’t say they are all bad though. Because Sunday I had a damn near perfect afternoon. A seven hour date on a Sunday during football season is unheard of lol (he was on his iphone checking scores) but I was on mine doing the same. So I guess there is hope. I’ve just had to sift through a lot of bad apples lately