Moving on.... Since last week's post, a few notable things have happened. We'll start small and work our way up. Last week's post was mentioned on TresSugar (thanks!) and at last count it was approaching 700 views. This did funny things for my sense of confidence in this little old blog, and as a result, Confessions of an Online Dating Queen now has its own facebook page. So if you like reading about my journey to find my prince on a white horse, find me on facebook and like the page. You'll get all the latest and greatest and maybe even some bizarre status updates. Doesn't that sound like fun?
In less than fun news, the same day I told Mr. Can't Commit to stay out of my bed, my apartment flooded. It happened that night while I was conveniently out of town. Some valve broke and it just kept gushing water until it eventually got into my neighbor's apartment the next morning. Maintenance took care of pretty much everything involving cleanup, but it was my job to take care of my stuff. I can't begin to explain how incredibly hard it was to resist the urge to play damsel in distress and call up my former FWB. I was even encouraged to do so by a friend of mine. But I decided this guy needed to be out of my life, and I was determined to keep it that way. Somehow I found strength I didn't know I had and managed to get through this mess and chaos by myself. My mom came by the next day to help me out, but even she saw how much I had done and said there wasn't really anything for her to do. While I really wanted to break down and cry, I channeled all of my frustration, anger, and other funky emotions into determination. I managed to move all of my furniture off the wet floor and into the very small dry spots of the apartment without anyone there to help. A friend of mine said it was awesome that I did all that alone, but that I'd certainly be sore the next day. And I was a little sore, but I was also incredibly impressed with myself. Who knew that I could move a queen-sized bed? Or a bookcase full of crap? I did it all, and it felt great! I realized I don't need a man around to help me through tough times, or to move furniture or make suggestions on how to deal with the funky smell that's probably the result of mold. Go help an old lady cross a street or something, because I've got this and I don't need to be rescued.
In happier news, I had my 10 year high school reunion Friday night. I co-planned the event with one of my best friends, and everything went really well. The party was successful, people had fun, and they thanked us for putting it on. What more could you ask for? It was great seeing everyone again and catching up with old friends. Most of the conversations centered on the usual where do you live/what do you do stuff, but the majority of us are connected on facebook, so we could forgo the typical chat. Here were some of the conversations I had with those guys:
Guy 1: So what's this blog thing I see you put on facebook?So overall, the reunion went really well. What girl doesn't want to hear she went from being the nerd girl to a hot girl? It was a good night for me, a good night for my classmates, and I can't wait to do it again in 5 years.
Me: It's my life, basically.
Guy 1: So you're online dating?
Me: Not anymore. I quit that part. Now it's just about the rest of my attempts at dating.
Guy 1: You don't need online dating. You'll find someone great someday. (awww... how sweet is that guy?)
Guy 2: So.... are you seeing anybody?
Me: No.
Guy 2: Not even a little bit?
Me: No.
Guy 2: Not even, like, FWB or talking to somebody?
Me: No. (The conversation probably would have gone further, but at that point I was pulled away to do the Cupid Shuffle. Or was it the Bunny Hop? I can't remember.)
Guy 3: When did you get hot?
Me: Clearly sometime over the last 10 years. It's hard to pinpoint the exact day, but I'd imagine it was somewhere around the time you got married.
Guy 3: Yeah, I'm married now. But I've got single friends.
Me: Well, what are you waiting for? Hook a girl up!
Perhaps the biggest thing this week, though, is my birthday. I'm turning 28 tomorrow and another birthday means another moment of reflection on my life thus far. When I was a little girl, I decided the age to be married by was 27. If I wasn't married by 27, I didn't know what I would do (probably start taking in stray cats, I guess). I don't know why I picked that age. Maybe it was because I was 10 and 17 years seemed like more than enough time to find Mr. Right. Maybe it seemed like a good age to get married and still leave time to have my first child before turning 30. Well, 28 is upon me and, needless to say, I failed to meet my goal. I even had a fallback guy in place, and that didn't work out either. That's right, I made a pact with a guy friend back when I was 18 or so that if we weren't each married by the time I was 27 we would marry each other. He got married last year, so that killed my backup plan. I guess I should've had a backup backup guy.
About a year and a half ago, I met a strange foreign man on a plane who read my palm and told me I'd be married before I turned 28. He was so sure of himself, he gave me his business card and told me to mail him a wedding invitation. He can stop checking his mail tomorrow. Hell, he can stop now, because getting married is definitely not on my list of things to do today. I'm actually really happy that his prophecy didn't come true and that 27 will have come and gone without me walking down the aisle. I like the way things are going for me right now. With each passing day I become a little stronger, a little wiser, and a little more independent. So bring it on, 28! If you're anything like 27, you'll be pretty damn amazing, a little bit surprising, and a whole lot of fun.
So that's the last week in a nutshell. I'm getting on a plane Friday for a much-needed weekend away in North Carolina. I get to see my brother and friends I miss way too much. I'm also planning to enjoy a wild night out at a bar and a really cold night out at a NASCAR race. I'm going to spend the first weekend of 28 partying like a rockstar with people who are amazing. I'm also thinking of making a game out of how much success I can have using cheesy pickup lines at the aforementioned bar and race. I'm open to suggestions if you have some good ones for me to use. I'm going in with the mindset of "I'm only here for the weekend and I'll never see these people again," and I can imagine only good things will come from that. Maybe my Prince Charming will be at the bar, or at the race (I'm looking at you, Dale Jr, minus the Grizzly Adams beard), or maybe he'll be on the plane or at the airport or at Sunday brunch. What's more likely is that I won't meet Mr. Right this weekend, but at the very least I'll come back with plenty of stories for you about Mr. Good Enough for Right Now. Have a great weekend and I'll see y'all next week!
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