Tag Archives: victoria

Friday Night Fun

Fast forward to the present day and you will find me, still fabulous, still funny, and still soul wrenchingly single. The single life is great, I won’t mess with you. Doing whatever I want, whenever I want is pretty amazing. Except for when what I really want to do is lay on the couch with a man who is in lottle with me, start a new season of some crap show (I hear Orange is the New Black is pretty decent), and have my hair played with. Those are the kinds of things that you don’t get to do when you’re single. (I just pictured myself wrapped up with one of those ‘boyfriend’ pillows watching tv while playing with my own hair. Please laugh with me, not at me. Should I ever sink to this level, I will cry and someone slap me, please).

I know today’s date shows up on these posts, but just because I feel I need to be dramatic… It’s a foggy Friday night, in the middle of October. Did I go out dancing with the girls? Nope. Did I carve pumpkins with a boy and watch scary movies? HA! Did I take in comedy night at Hecklers? Nein. Did I volunteer at the SPCA and play with puppies all night? I wish! Did I drink wine and read a good book while listening to jazz music? Not even close. I ate an entire small Veggie Mediterranean pizza with two dippers to myself. While watching Law & Order: SVU. #winning. None of those three things separately bother me. Friday, awesome; Pizza, super awesome; and if you don’t like Law & Order: SVU you’re lying to yourself. But combined, they make me feel like I should rescue a cat or seven.

I’m not lonely, and rarely am I ‘alone’. I don’t get much down time, working seventy-ish hours a week, so when I do and end up watching tv (on a laptop because I don’t have cable), in flamingo print pajamas, eating 3.2 pounds of pizza (I weighed myself before and after) for six hours, a girl starts to wonder about herself.

All of us poor single folk get the “single funk” every now and again. Don’t pretend you don’t know what this is. For anyone who is lying to themselves or who has been in a relationship too long to remember: this is when we hate being single and curse the opposite sex, ourselves, our parents, our city, the weatherman, that dog that didn’t lick your hand because he clearly smelled your desperation, or basically anyone or anything that is in our way. I, thankfully, haven’t had a moment like this in a while. I hope I’m not due. They never go well and I definitely always write an ex or two. Yay me! (That was sarcasm).

Tonight is not the night for me to have a single person funk. I love life. I love that I get to go to bed and fall asleep in the middle of my bed; I love that I ate an entire pizza and didn’t have to share; I love that I don’t have to worry what my breath will smell like in the morning; I love that should I have an insomnia attack in a few hours, I don’t have to worry about waking anyone up with the lights on; I love that tomorrow, when I finally wake up (on my own schedule), I get to do whatever the eff bomb I want to (until my PT appointment at noon, then that meathead gets to boss me around). I think the important thing is that I love MY life… I just hate dating.

Lesson’s learned tonight: Munch retired , you will gain over three pounds from eating an entire small pizza, my pajamas are too big (in spite of said pizza eating), I can go an entire Friday without wearing a bra or drinking alcohol, there is such a thing as the ‘boyfriend’ pillow (see below), and it is completely possible to be in bed before midnight on a Friday.

 

The-boyfriend-pillow

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Dating, Love Life Problems

Way Back Whenesday

Oh stories. This story is about a boy I never dated. He probably dated me though. That’s the kind of story this is. I don’t have a nickname for him, because well, we never dated. We will call him Nintendo Boy, because I feel like it is fitting. 

Nintendo Boy and I worked together (at, surprise, the same electronics store I worked with Fat Not Fat at). Nintendo Boy and I got along real well. He was funny, self deprecating and gay (or so I thought). He had great work ethic (read, he always covered for me) and always helped me when any sort of electronic device I had broke. He was a hacker of sorts and a genius with electronics. 

One day my roommate was a whoreibble person and gave me three days notice on moving out of our place. I NEEDED a roommate, I was spending all my money on alcohol and more alcohol that I was eating ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch and supper. I was a real winner when I was 19, no judgement because we’ve all lived off of bread and noodles at one time or another. Priorities. So I clearly couldn’t afford rent on my own and I was stuck in Victoria for another two months while I went to University. Nintendo Boy heard of my woes and offered to move in.

And move in he did. He brought his 15+ pound cat, his bunk bed, his four tv’s, his lazer collection, his star wars and star trek collections, he brought more movies than I have books (which is a lot) and he brought an awesome kettle. Everything went great for about thirteen days. Nintendo Boy stated making comments about me inviting my hot friends over to sun tan on the deck so he could tell all of his friends that there are naked girls in his apartment. This alone I could have dealt with. What I didn’t deal with is a love letter.

Just a little info, I had recently broken up with (been cheated on and humiliated by my first love) a few weeks after my See You Next Tuesday of a roommate moved out and Nintendo Boy moved in. Being on the averagely mature side of 19, one night I brought home a male friend that I had been seeing. This part isn’t not true, I saw him. I saw him at parties. I saw him at his hockey games. I saw him in the mall once. Anyways, he came over while Nintendo Boy was sleeping. Rich and Handsome and I hung out, chilled, bow chicka wow wow, and then went to sleep. I woke up the next day and went to get some hydration and saw a note on my door. I took it down and walked with it to the kitchen where I read it.

Nintendo Boy confessed his undying love for me. He even said he would make me his princess if I would consider him as a possibility. Talk about awkward. I thought the kid was gay and let him take saucy pictures of me for my ex. Needless to say I forgot about getting water and ran back to my bedroom and began packing. I already knew I was leaving in three weeks but I packed so fast and dropped all my shifts for two weeks and moved home without even acknowledging the letter. I think I managed to avoid Nintendo Boy in our apartment and at work even. I’m not proud of the way I handled his one sided love but can’t get stuck on the past. Plus, he got a new roommate and has a girlfriend now and is super successful. He won that one. 

 

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized