Two Bites of a Rotten Apple

OMG, OMG OMG – for those of you who have been with me since the beginning, you know that the inspiration for this blog stemmed from the extreme disappointment I felt after being stood up at the last minute by a potential beau. This inconsiderate behavior combined with a sense of looming defeat at the fact that I still haven’t found my prince after a decade of F’ing dating (i.e. searching) led to a week or two of some serious depression, almost resulting in me giving up men all together…..almost…(Brandy singing in the background “almost doesn’t count”).

So it has been about a month since I started blogging; two weeks of depression and a few weeks of being back in the saddle, looking and feeling good. WELL WOULDN”T YOU F’ING KNOW IT…….Do I even have to tell you…….Guess who decides to call out of the blue……Mr. Can’t tell time, To lazy to send a text, Can’t keep a damn date. (Jesus take da Wheel).
OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG and he is looking good…gooooood, I tell you…It’s not as romantic as it sounds. I am using the word “look” loosely. I haven’t actually seen him in person but we” web-camed” last night (uhummmm, fill in the blank).

So a few days ago he texted me one of those dreaded, “Who is this? I have your number in my phone but don’t remember you” texts (i.e. I am cleaning out my cell phone and I don’t really remember you but in the back of my mind I remember somebody by this name being cute). I didn’t respond….Then he followed a few minutes later with a text requesting that I send him a picture. Normally I wouldn’t comply, but I am still recovering from a few unfortunate blind dates in which I was not blind, so I am in a very humble state. (This is the first time in my life I regretted having lasik eye surgery. In the old days of ugly blind dates, I would have just taken my glasses off and felt for my utensils and glassware, pretending to make eye to eye contact, all the while focusing on blurred images). But I digress.

So we exchanged photos and he is even finer than I remembered. We then exchange a few more text messages and decide to chat on instant messenger and use our web cams (shout out to gay boys with web cams *wink* cause I know you are reading between these lines). Wouldn’t you know it, we ended up talking for 2 hours. We actually have a lot in common and he even made me laugh. So you knowwww what that means --- Get ready for two weeks of extreme depression, cause you know I asked him out, again……………

Wish me luck…….