— Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via kitty-en-classe)
I’m about to set women back and I’m apologizing in advance. Here it goes -
Last night I went on a date. I was bored, he was cute, and I was promised pizza and beer. Nothing fancy, simple. All was well until the check came, and this guy straight up asked me “how are we going to do this?”
How are we going to do this? Well you’re going to pull out your wallet, place your card in the check presenter, and pay. I’m sorry, perhaps I’ve been lucky in the sense where I’ve dated extremely generous guys in the past but WHO DOES THAT? I’ve never. It was pizza and beer, not STK.
Things with the new guy fizzled out just as fast as they started. He left last Friday for a 17 day trip back home to Wisconsin. Last night he tells me he’s interviewing for a job in Wisconsin. Uh, couldn’t you have mentioned this when I last saw you? Cue the crying to my girl friends and mom at 11pm last night. Not for him, but for me. I’m just fucking tired of dating.
I deleted the PhD post because there just wasn’t a spark there. We went to the museum yesterday. It was nice and all, but I really didn’t feel anything. Which is absolutely fine because I really like the other guy I’ve been seeing. I just didn’t want to wonder “what if?” had I not met PhD.
As for the other guy? Well, I’m going to keep that private for a bit. I’m really happy and I have a good feeling about this one.
Also - I quit my job today. I start a new job on Thursday. I’ve been hopping from firm to firm the last six months, and I think I finally found a place where I can grow and really utilize my skills. Happy Monday!