Eh. I'm tired. I started a new full time job, I'm taking summer classes, and I had to move into my new apartment. It all happened within a week. So it's Friday (my job is 7 days a week) and while most peeps will be kicking off their shoes to rest after a busy week, I'm just happy to get in bed for a couple of hours before heading back to the job again.
Boyfriend and I are back together. He's working odd jobs to save money to come and see me (he's actually got money in the bank), and I'm relaxing--as much as a person with a Type A personality can.
My younger sister's graduation was a week ago and I traveled down to my hometown to see her walk. The family rejoiced with lots of food and beer, and I saw Boyfriend. I was glad to see him--we actually made out like we were teenagers. He had a couple of bucks and wanted to take me to a jazz club he liked, so we headed out for a night on the town. Unfortunately, the jazz club had a cover charge (something I never pay unless I've been pining to go there for years) and he was operating on limited funds, so we headed to a less sophisticated but younger bar. I wasn't feeling well, but didn't want our efforts to fail in vain, so he bought me a drink and we sipped and took pictures.
Overall, it was a good time. There was no sex, which made it even sweeter, because he's still not out of the doghouse completely. However, if he makes it up here, I might have to end this fight--a girl can only go too long with getting booty.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Cut From The Same Cloth...
I have a friend who is a lot like me. Scarily, actually. She's opinionated, has to know and do everything, she's bossy, attractive (according to the hordes of men that she says are always trying to talk to her) and she knows it.....yadda yadda yadda, she's me. Which is fine. Except for she drives me nuts sometimes.
A question that has been on my mind is: What if I dated someone who was the opposite of Boyfriend--and exactly like me? We would be like minded a lot like Friend and I are. We would worry about similar things all the time (I'm a worry wart--and actually had to do some time in therapy because my obsessing was getting out of control), we would fight because both of us would have to be right all the time or close to it, we would need to know what's going on because over all we would both be control freaks.
The very thought is terrifying. I'm not taking up for Boyfriend, who is the complete opposite of me, but I am saying that I don't think I would want to date someone who would be a lot like me. So the question is: what do I want? How does one figure that out?
A question that has been on my mind is: What if I dated someone who was the opposite of Boyfriend--and exactly like me? We would be like minded a lot like Friend and I are. We would worry about similar things all the time (I'm a worry wart--and actually had to do some time in therapy because my obsessing was getting out of control), we would fight because both of us would have to be right all the time or close to it, we would need to know what's going on because over all we would both be control freaks.
The very thought is terrifying. I'm not taking up for Boyfriend, who is the complete opposite of me, but I am saying that I don't think I would want to date someone who would be a lot like me. So the question is: what do I want? How does one figure that out?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Boys will be Boys
Boyfriend and I broke up.
Sort of.
He was supposed to graduate from college this month. Keep in mind he's been in school for five years. His parents (who are paying for his education) told him that he needed to graduate or else ("else" being cut off from the financial tit). So, he tried to take on 22 credits. Actually, I was impressed. He managed to juggle those classes all the way up until late March, early April. I didn't honestly think he had it in him. But throughout that whole ordeal he didn't mention what he wanted post graduation. I kept asking, and I kept getting vague answers or no answers at all. He said the reason he never wanted to talk about it was because I always had a hostile tone. I told him the only reason I had a hostile tone was because he never wanted to talk about it.
Anyway, during one argument, it came out that he wasn't graduating. Of course, I was pissed. Why didn't I know ahead of time? I had taken off days from work and had started to plan coming to see him. I was even trying to prepare myself for dealing with his family. "This is just what I mean," I told him. "You never tell me what's going on with you--what your plans are." My mom suggested he was probably embarrassed to tell me. But still.
So he packed and went down to stay with his parents for a few weeks before coming back to his school and taking the one class he had to drop so he could get his diploma. Fine. I asked him if he would be working during those few weeks, and at first he was "Oh, yeah yeah, I'm going to go get a temp job." This turned into a half ass attempt to find a temp job, clearly a ploy just to keep me happy. But I was sick of not knowing when I was going to see him because he never had any money, and not knowing if this was going to continue for the rest of our relationship. He doesn't seem to have any drive to do anything. He has these goals, but no motivation to make them happy. Boyfriend is completely okay with just having things fall into his lap.
And I wasn't having it. I called him up a couple of weeks ago, and just let my heart sing. I told him I wanted a break, which at first he said 'no' to. However, once he realized I wasn't backing down this time, he said that was fine. And I told him that I didn't know if we could have a future together because he's not responsible, and okay with that. "I need someone that I can rely on," I said, "and that I know I can build a future with."
He admitted that he understood he had been in the wrong to keep me out of knowing what his plans were, and that he needed "to do more on his part". He also said that he was willing to do whatever it took to keep me in his life. I reminded him that he's sang this song before, just not as loudly, and that whenever it came time for him to get a job, something always came up. I didn't trust him anymore and I was questioning whether we had the same ideas about our future--maybe we're incompatible.
For the last week, he's been sounding miserable on the phone--but I'm not giving in. I told him I needed to see improvement on his part in the form of concrete actions (getting a job or some means of money and making plans to see each other on our own time) before we moved any further. And since then he's been all talk about our "future" (kids, living together, etc.). Hmph. I've never been one of those young women who's ideal future is kids and calling someone 'husband'. I'm more career bound. So that shit isn't softening me up at all.
We'll see what happens. Right now I'm letting things ride out. I've gotten advice from all sides--my parents say I should drop him and so does a friend of mine. Another friend says I should give him another chance only if he shows his willing to move up and on to better things. And yet another friend says all men are dogs. Listening to everyone is too confusing, and I feel kind of cold towards the whole thing, so I'm going to see where the cards fall.
Sort of.
He was supposed to graduate from college this month. Keep in mind he's been in school for five years. His parents (who are paying for his education) told him that he needed to graduate or else ("else" being cut off from the financial tit). So, he tried to take on 22 credits. Actually, I was impressed. He managed to juggle those classes all the way up until late March, early April. I didn't honestly think he had it in him. But throughout that whole ordeal he didn't mention what he wanted post graduation. I kept asking, and I kept getting vague answers or no answers at all. He said the reason he never wanted to talk about it was because I always had a hostile tone. I told him the only reason I had a hostile tone was because he never wanted to talk about it.
Anyway, during one argument, it came out that he wasn't graduating. Of course, I was pissed. Why didn't I know ahead of time? I had taken off days from work and had started to plan coming to see him. I was even trying to prepare myself for dealing with his family. "This is just what I mean," I told him. "You never tell me what's going on with you--what your plans are." My mom suggested he was probably embarrassed to tell me. But still.
So he packed and went down to stay with his parents for a few weeks before coming back to his school and taking the one class he had to drop so he could get his diploma. Fine. I asked him if he would be working during those few weeks, and at first he was "Oh, yeah yeah, I'm going to go get a temp job." This turned into a half ass attempt to find a temp job, clearly a ploy just to keep me happy. But I was sick of not knowing when I was going to see him because he never had any money, and not knowing if this was going to continue for the rest of our relationship. He doesn't seem to have any drive to do anything. He has these goals, but no motivation to make them happy. Boyfriend is completely okay with just having things fall into his lap.
And I wasn't having it. I called him up a couple of weeks ago, and just let my heart sing. I told him I wanted a break, which at first he said 'no' to. However, once he realized I wasn't backing down this time, he said that was fine. And I told him that I didn't know if we could have a future together because he's not responsible, and okay with that. "I need someone that I can rely on," I said, "and that I know I can build a future with."
He admitted that he understood he had been in the wrong to keep me out of knowing what his plans were, and that he needed "to do more on his part". He also said that he was willing to do whatever it took to keep me in his life. I reminded him that he's sang this song before, just not as loudly, and that whenever it came time for him to get a job, something always came up. I didn't trust him anymore and I was questioning whether we had the same ideas about our future--maybe we're incompatible.
For the last week, he's been sounding miserable on the phone--but I'm not giving in. I told him I needed to see improvement on his part in the form of concrete actions (getting a job or some means of money and making plans to see each other on our own time) before we moved any further. And since then he's been all talk about our "future" (kids, living together, etc.). Hmph. I've never been one of those young women who's ideal future is kids and calling someone 'husband'. I'm more career bound. So that shit isn't softening me up at all.
We'll see what happens. Right now I'm letting things ride out. I've gotten advice from all sides--my parents say I should drop him and so does a friend of mine. Another friend says I should give him another chance only if he shows his willing to move up and on to better things. And yet another friend says all men are dogs. Listening to everyone is too confusing, and I feel kind of cold towards the whole thing, so I'm going to see where the cards fall.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
To Friend or Not To Friend
I think I'm needy. Yep. Just a needy ass person. I always feel like I should be around someone, having a conversation or just chilling out. But it's not my fault--really. My "best friend" is extremely busy and has her own circle of friends, so she's stretched pretty thin. My "friends" also have their own circle of friends and are pretty involved with their finals right now. And my "acquaintances"....well, who the hell wants to hang out with them?
Maybe my problem is I don't have my own circle of friends. I have random friends, one here and one there. But none of them are consistent. And Boyfriend is in a different part of the country always. So he's no help. I guess--if I can sound like a whiny, needy person right now--what I need is 2 or 3 girlfriends, who we are all equal friends with that I can chat with on a daily basis and plan things with ("Hey, what are you doing later?" or "What's up this weekend?"). Then I'd be satisfied. But the question is: How does one gain a "circle" of friends? Is it pure luck (you all just happen live in the same apartment building, or have multiple courses together, or work together all the time) or do people actually work at building one?
And furthermore, what the hell is happening to me? I've never been a needy person. Hell, I'm in a 3-year long distance relationship. I was alway, always been a loner. Yes it's possible to change, but 180 degrees? Geesh. It's like social menopause. I suppose I could approach friendship like dating. Try different people out, and nix the bad ones. But that's how drama happens. And then you end up wanting nothing more than to sit in on a Saturday night with a bowl of popcorn and Family Guy not answering your phone.
Eh. I'll figure out something sooner or later.
Maybe my problem is I don't have my own circle of friends. I have random friends, one here and one there. But none of them are consistent. And Boyfriend is in a different part of the country always. So he's no help. I guess--if I can sound like a whiny, needy person right now--what I need is 2 or 3 girlfriends, who we are all equal friends with that I can chat with on a daily basis and plan things with ("Hey, what are you doing later?" or "What's up this weekend?"). Then I'd be satisfied. But the question is: How does one gain a "circle" of friends? Is it pure luck (you all just happen live in the same apartment building, or have multiple courses together, or work together all the time) or do people actually work at building one?
And furthermore, what the hell is happening to me? I've never been a needy person. Hell, I'm in a 3-year long distance relationship. I was alway, always been a loner. Yes it's possible to change, but 180 degrees? Geesh. It's like social menopause. I suppose I could approach friendship like dating. Try different people out, and nix the bad ones. But that's how drama happens. And then you end up wanting nothing more than to sit in on a Saturday night with a bowl of popcorn and Family Guy not answering your phone.
Eh. I'll figure out something sooner or later.
Monday, May 5, 2008
The "Perks" of Having Breasts....
...are too many to name. Now that the winter season is over and it's time for women and men alike to start showing skin, my twin joys have been getting more and more attention from the opposite sex. It's not like I even attempt to draw attention though--honestly. I'll wear modest shirts, that don't expose more than my collar bone (just like mother taught me), and those two divas will just grab a man's eye path. But I've discovered something:
When in a man's world, it's better to walk softly and carry big tits.
They're usually in the way--my breasts, not men. Well, maybe men too. Seriously, they're flubbing around when you're working, complaining when you're in a bra for 12 hours....they're two lives of their own. However, they're here. And so I might as well come to terms with them.
In the last 24 hours I've received more free food than I care to share. Just from wearing a shirt that shows cleavage. For a broke college student, this is a golden find. Men are polite for no particular reason. I can be a spoiled brat and get along just fine--they'll look the other way (or rather down).
So does this mean I'm slutty? The girl who wears sweaters and jeans in the summer, has only had one partner in her lifetime (and is still with him) and prefers watching Ugly Betty than casual dating? To women, yes. Because I'm exploiting what I've become aware many women don't have. And that means war in Woman Land. But, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. If this means letting the goods get a little air every now and then, well so be it. I'm off to eat my free lunch....
When in a man's world, it's better to walk softly and carry big tits.
They're usually in the way--my breasts, not men. Well, maybe men too. Seriously, they're flubbing around when you're working, complaining when you're in a bra for 12 hours....they're two lives of their own. However, they're here. And so I might as well come to terms with them.
In the last 24 hours I've received more free food than I care to share. Just from wearing a shirt that shows cleavage. For a broke college student, this is a golden find. Men are polite for no particular reason. I can be a spoiled brat and get along just fine--they'll look the other way (or rather down).
So does this mean I'm slutty? The girl who wears sweaters and jeans in the summer, has only had one partner in her lifetime (and is still with him) and prefers watching Ugly Betty than casual dating? To women, yes. Because I'm exploiting what I've become aware many women don't have. And that means war in Woman Land. But, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. If this means letting the goods get a little air every now and then, well so be it. I'm off to eat my free lunch....
Sunday, May 4, 2008
I'm back....for good
Yep, I'm back. I've got a new job, so in a few short weeks I won't be dealing with the self-absorbed little freaks that consider themselves adults. I'll be dealing with (hopefully) more mature, considerate and intelligent adults who are actually paying bills and having a meaningful life.
Happy? Yes.
Bitter? Hell yes.
But I digress. I'm back for good. Now that I won't have the strict rules hanging over my head, I can write freely again. Please believe I enjoyed it. I'm not going to take up a whole blog filling you in on the Boyfriend, his pyschotic parents, my parents and all that jazz. That's too boring for even I to write. Instead, let's talk sex.
Penises, more specifically. After watching a glorious season of Sex and the City, I decided I wasn't sexually experienced enough. I didn't know a thing about penises. I mean, I know they come in different sizes, they hang differently, different colors, etc. But I've only seen two in my life. One of those penises now currently enjoys other penises, and the other's is Boyfriend's. So, what exactly am I missing out on? Are there actually bigger penises (in real life, not pornos) that surpass Boyfriend?
I did what any normal woman alone on a Saturday night would do. I Googled it. And came across this. On page 1, I was amused and satisfied. On page 2, I was disturbed. By page 3, I was seriously considering being a lesbian. Yuck. I, for one, have always scoffed at women who complain about penises being ugly....one can't help but wonder, what the hell do you think your vagina looks like? But, I was too through after seeing all of that dick. There's not enough wine in the world....
Happy? Yes.
Bitter? Hell yes.
But I digress. I'm back for good. Now that I won't have the strict rules hanging over my head, I can write freely again. Please believe I enjoyed it. I'm not going to take up a whole blog filling you in on the Boyfriend, his pyschotic parents, my parents and all that jazz. That's too boring for even I to write. Instead, let's talk sex.
Penises, more specifically. After watching a glorious season of Sex and the City, I decided I wasn't sexually experienced enough. I didn't know a thing about penises. I mean, I know they come in different sizes, they hang differently, different colors, etc. But I've only seen two in my life. One of those penises now currently enjoys other penises, and the other's is Boyfriend's. So, what exactly am I missing out on? Are there actually bigger penises (in real life, not pornos) that surpass Boyfriend?
I did what any normal woman alone on a Saturday night would do. I Googled it. And came across this. On page 1, I was amused and satisfied. On page 2, I was disturbed. By page 3, I was seriously considering being a lesbian. Yuck. I, for one, have always scoffed at women who complain about penises being ugly....one can't help but wonder, what the hell do you think your vagina looks like? But, I was too through after seeing all of that dick. There's not enough wine in the world....
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