I am starting this blog with the forewarning that I am two glasses of wine in on a 3/4 empty stomach. How is it that when I finally step out of my little comfort zone. That when I break down some walls and flirt, I get left behind. I am not going to lie, I have been quite excited for this Valentines day. For the mere fact that it wouldn't be spent by myself. Honestly, I was just excited for a night out with a guy I have been interested in. It could have been President's day and my joy level would be exactly equal. And yet, tonight, as I finished polishing my last nail a shiny coat of pink, I received a text cancelling our date. I may have cried. Don't judge me. Okay, you can judge me, but only if you re-read the first sentence of this blog. I guess as I am getting older (I do realize I am rather young still), and as I am slowly working my way up the career ladder, my desire to be with my husband and start a journey with him is greatly increasing at supersonic speed. I mean, Sonic the Hedgehog speed, y'all. And of course, it is always a blow to the heart to be left standing in a shadow of sorrow after weeks of excitement, dress shopping, and hair style contemplation. Writing this all out for the world to see is going to lower my chances of meeting someone by at least 80% isn't it? Oh well. The point is. I am two and a half glasses of wine in (now), and I should probably just curl up with my cat (80% juuuust changed to 90%) and start a late night viewing of He's Just Not That Into You.
- I would like to say that I am not nearly as pathetic as this is making me look.... I would like to say.
