It’s 2014. Wow, time flies.
First of all, apologies to those waiting for more frequent updates about my exciting dating life here in Los Angeles. It’s been a few months since my last blog post and that’s totally not cool there was such a lag. My bad.
As much as the loop kept going, I didn’t keep you in it for a couple reasons:
1. Some of the recent shenanigans involved people who have the link to this blog, and therefore are most likely reading these words. (Hello!) In my attempt to keep people anonymous, including myself, I chose to not write up those escapades. They’re pretty special to me.
Plus, that’d be asking for some seriously vulnerable words on a page. I’m pretty open on this blog for those of you who DO know who I am, but dang, considering how things went with some people, that’d be like open heart surgery. Considering this blog post is titled “A New Year of Shenanigans!” instead of “OMG I’m no longer single!” or “OMG I’m engaged!” or something like that…yeah, no stories for you. Sorry. Next!
2. I’ve been busy.
Now, yeah I know, that’s a piss poor excuse when the shenanigans were gettin’ so GOOD on this blog, but seriously I’ve never been busier in my life. Work consumed me, I moved, the holidays happened, I went to Chicago, yada yada. All good, amazing stuff, but it took up my spare time and I find sleep to be amazing. (My new bed, btw, is lovely. Yes, Mr. Mattress Expert hooked me up!) So again, apologies, but no stories for you.
That brings us to today.
This post, I’ll give you a brief summary of the past 2+ months. It won’t be super juicy, but it’ll be interesting.
Hmmm, let’s see about a few highlights…
People keep popping back up. This happens with 90% of guys I ever meet. We don’t work out, I’m no longer interested, they move away, I tell them they’re a jerk, etc. Sometimes they’re actually cool guys and it’s nice to hear from them again. But they always get back in touch with me, somehow.
Mr. Can I Get a Vowel has since tried to see me three different times. His last text was a “Happy New Year! Wishing you all the…blah blah blah….in the new year, blah blah blah…inserts my name here….” Ummm yeah, no. I just checked his Facebook page again. Same girl is all hugged up in his pics. Come ON, dude!
Mr. Marriage Proposal actually helped me move. Since we’ve known each other for several years, it was a kind gesture and he has a truck – totally winning in the friend department. It was a bit awkward cuz it was him, me and my best friend (who’s a guy) who helped me move across town. I didn’t have much and we made it in one trip with just his truck and my car. It was awkward cuz he started pulling attitude from the beginning when he saw my bff. I think he was jealous. I dunno. Either way, he still smokes (eww) and that’s a dealbreaker for me. He ended up laughing with us all and having a good time by the end of the move, but we haven’t seen each other since, even though he’s texted me a few times to say hello, and let me know he’d be honored to be in my presence again. Hmm.
The Doc. Sigh. Well, The Doc and I are going to be an epic story, I think. As much as my last blog posts had me swearing I’d never see him again, I lied. To be kinda fair, we had a pretty decent period of time where we truly did NOT see each other, talk to other, text each other, call each other, send smoke signals, NOTHIN’….yet the inevitable happened. Like a moth to an ever-lovin’ flame, this guy waltzes into a party I threw awhile back, grabs me in the middle of the bar and didn’t let go for an hour. Literally. An hour. We stood there hugged up, all smiles and chatter, catching up, while the loud world around us just melted away. It was like a frickin’ movie and I had no idea it was happening. My friends all told me the next day. A few too many drinks prior to his arrival might have also contributed to the epically long slow dance. It was good to see him. We recently spent another 2 1/2 hours on the phone talking about love, Disney movies, parenting techniques, his work as a doctor, my work and career and more. This is not unusual for us and time flies when we’re together.
I don’t forsee an ending to that one anytime soon, although Prince Charming is most certainly welcome to swoop in and make me forget about the spell of this fine-ass Belizean doctor who keeps getting more amazing the longer I get to know him.
There’s also been a few unimportant guys come floating through that I had met online, although nothing to write home about.
Things have really “picked up” here in the last few weeks, but that’s a given considering we’re in peak hunting season, er, dating season. Excuse me.
The top of the new year is when all lonely singles make that resolution to find love in the next 12 months. They look back at the awkward Christmas parties they went to alone, the terribly embarrassing conversations from their family about when they’re going to find someone and say, “Yeah, that sucked. Let’s not go through that again.”
For me this year, the holidays had a mixture of all kinds of feelings. I was all over the map. Up, down, middle ground. I kept pretty busy with work and family trips but it never really felt like Christmas. I suppose traditions with a partner or loved one makes things more special? I dunno. I look forward to that in the future, however, and know that the shenanigans aren’t going to last forever. (Sorry, blog readers.)
I have a feeling that I’ll meet “him” this year. Or who “he” will be, will be revealed by the end of 2014. Just a hunch.
So until then, I promise to pick up the pace again with my blogging. I’ll be sure to keep you informed of the good stuff, so long as it’s not too terribly telling. And even then, my loyal blog readers deserve to hear about it. I promise to keep sharing, as long as you keep saying you want to live vicariously through my shenanigans on my pursuit of love.
(And if you’re new to the blog, feel free to carve out some time on your lunch break to start from the bottom ‘n get here.)
Drake, out.
Cheers and happy new year!