It is so *involved* being me
So, crappy OBGYN visit on top of rather crappy weekend = I feel like… crap. So I did something I haven’t done in a long while, I went to the mall after work. $135 worth of new underwear later, and I was feeling a little better. Nothing like a cool new bra to boost a girls spirits along with her tits.
Retail therapy only gets me so far though, and I still have to go in tomorrow for blood tests and later in the week for an ultrasound. Stupid female parts, always causing trouble. Of course, it will be rather laughable if I have a hormone imbalance which is what’s causing me to be the horniest girl in 37 counties.
The guy I want to email me isn’t, and the 7 or so guys I don’t really care about are emailing me all day, causing me to try to figure out what the hell to say back to them… “Yeah, weather is mild here too. *yawn* yeah, dating sucks *yawn yawn* blah blah goals for long term relationships *yawn*.” Not to mention that I am not able to turn on my damn IM without people popping up all over. And I am not trying to be a self-important ass either - I know that I am in no way that cool. I think all these people must be retarded, or stuck in caves with no form of entertainment other than me. But I am tired of entertaining them, I want someone to entertain me back. < and that’s actually not an innuendno… very much.
How long do you have to exchange emails with someone that you feel “meh.” about before you know that the “meh.” is permanent? Isn’t it a lot to expect that someone would knock my socks off online? Am I not giving people a chance? And yet, some people have knocked my socks off, they’re just the ones who do so and then disappear. And then I am all “Where are my socks?” and it’s a whole big thing.
How can I be this sick of dealing with people, and ready to forget all about dating again, when I haven’t officially started yet?
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