As my emotional attorney, I feel that it is your duty to advise me on why I am having so much weird shit happen every time I am around men. <\/p>\n
I didn’t know you were even dating anyone. <\/p>\n
I’m not. <\/p>\n
Then how can you be having a bad time with men?<\/p>\n
Well, I mean, I do spend a lot of time around men for someone who isn’t dating. <\/p>\n
We’re really going to have to revisit the whole thing about what dating is at some point. <\/p>\n
Agreed. Not now, though. I don’t think I am emotionally equipped to figure it out right now. <\/p>\n
OK, but soon. So what was so weird about this week in particular?<\/p>\n
There was a bracket of unhappy endings to my encounters. <\/p>\n
How so?<\/p>\n
Well, I told you about the falling asleep thing. <\/p>\n
Yeah. <\/p>\n
That was the opening bracket. Had a great time with someone, it ended badly. I mean, it’s fine…anyone could fall asleep…but it was weird, and not exactly a big boost to my self esteem. <\/p>\n
And then what?<\/p>\n
So then, at the end of the week, there was another great day. It was a group thing, not a date. Everyone had a good day. Then we were hanging out at the end of the night, it was late, and he left me to go meet up with some other women. <\/p>\n
What?<\/p>\n
Also not good for my self esteem, even in a non-dating setting. <\/p>\n
Definitely not. That would suck from either a friend or a date. <\/p>\n
Thank you for the sanity check. <\/p>\n
Any time. <\/p>\n
Of course, he was a little worried about seeing it on my blog. <\/p>\n
You will become the Taylor Swift of the blogosphere if you keep having such positive experiences. <\/p>\n
My concern at this point is how it will be when I am actually dating if this is what it is like NOT dating. <\/p>\n
It couldn’t be too much worse. <\/p>\n
That’s what I am hoping, because if one more man tells me how wonderful I am and then falls asleep or ditches me for someone else, I cannot be held responsible for my actions.<\/p>\n
I’m pretty sure any court of law would be on your side. <\/p>\n
There was an upside, although I feel like a bad person admitting it. <\/p>\n
What’s that?<\/p>\n
The women he went to meet were nowhere to be found. <\/p>\n
Sometimes, Karma really does take care of things nicely.<\/p>\n
You just can’t count on it…but sometimes it does make a jilted girl smile. I will enjoy it while I can.<\/p>\n
Carpe Karma?<\/p>\n
No…well, yes. Seize whatever. At some point, though, the harsh light of reality will shine back at me and why I this sort of thing keeps happening. <\/p>\n
It isn’t your fault! You’re great!<\/p>\n
But maybe, as a wise friend once said, my pecker pickerer is broken. Maybe the thing that is wrong with me is making bad choices. <\/p>\n
That’s an uncomfortable thought. <\/p>\n
It is. I should probably have another pint or I might think about it. <\/p>\n
Cheers. It’s not you. <\/p>\n
Cheers. It could be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"