As if I don’t have enough going on, I broke my tooth Yesterday (yes near the front of my mouth and no I don’t have money or time to get to the dentist). I think I’m developing or have IBS, again no time for doctors (for me) or money, health insurance, what’s that?
Last night, due to an electrical short, I think, my microwave oven almost blew up in my face. After the pyrotechnics, I had to shut off the breakers and unplug the sinister machine. Funny the 30 seconds that passed during the time my microwave was possessed, my only thoughts were “who would take care of my parents and kids while I was in the hospital?”. I later text Milk Dud and do you wanna know what he said? He said, “I can’t win for losing.” What… The… Fuck. I tell you my microwave almost blew up in my face and that’s your reply? And you wanna know why I won’t date you or why I don’t want to be in a relationship with you? Really?
Love and Later days,
I do it every night. Dream of my new apartment. It keeps me motivated.
I know this blog is supposed to be about my dating life but I haven’t had one lately. At night I think about that too. I read so many blogs about dating and the only thing consistent is the bitching. He’s too short, too big. He’s not handsome enough, he’s not funny… Whine, whine, whine. You wanna know why you’re single? Take a look in the mirror. I get out of the house maybe 3 times a month. Most of the time that’s just to run errands, Smh. Oh how I would love for anyone to take me out for a conversation that has nothing to do with high school or middle school drama. To go see a movie, rather than to the Dr’s office or talk about my parents’ medical conditions.
Am I looking for a long term, happily ever after relationship? No. Would I welcome one, hell yeah.
Stop looking for Mr. Right, look for Mr. Right for you. Someone who’s crap you can put up with and who can deal with yours.
In the meantime, just date. Stop expecting each date to end in a longterm relationship or marriage proposal. Trust me they can smell it on you a mile away. Nothing sends a person running faster than someone who’s clinging to them like a life preserver. Another piece of advice, make sure if you don’t have a life other than work and home, get one. It keeps you from driving the other person cray cray. Let a man chase and court you, damn. We sometimes kill the fun in dating by turning a man we’re dating into a boyfriend without his consent or knowledge and then get mad when he doesn’t treat us like he’s in a relationship with us (which BTW, he isn’t). Stop moving so fast, take a deep breath and actually try enjoying the situation rather than control it.
Love and later days,