Tonight.

Me: Oh my god. I have not seen this many hot guys at this bar before. Great selection tonight.
My friend: Oh I know. Seriously good looking men out.
Me (to waitress): Can we get another round?
My friend: Actually I’m ready to go home… (We had only been there about 30 minutes…)
Me: 

Her: Just drop me off at home and come back (by yourself)!
Me: Um.. No?

But actually. Who would want to leave a bar full of hot guys before 11pm? They aren’t gonna be drunk enough to even have the guts to talk to you til at LEAST 11:30… I am mildly frustrated at the moment.

My friend earns a “fail” in the wing-woman department tonight.

Tuesday earns a big thumbs down.

(P.S. My sister needs to get her ass up here. Only reliable wing woman I have)

Taking care of my drunk friend…

It was going pretty well last night until it got funny…

We get out of  the car and she’s all:

And then lands her ass into some bushes like this:

And proceeds to throw up in them.

You can’t help but laugh. It’s always funny when it’s not you :P

Listening to Doctor Who series 6 soundtrack.

Perfection.

When someone you can’t stand gets punched right in his face…

BY HIS OWN BROTHER!

Followed by a:

What a crazy night tonight was… Very glad it happened though.

Meeting men is hard…

In the last 72 hours I have met a couple of really cool guys… But… There were just a couple MAJOR things that don’t quite work.

Guy number 1: I meet this super cute, super nice guy at a mutual friend’s BBQ. We spend two hours talking and getting to know one another. He’s totally flirting with me, and I’m waiting for him to ask me for my number. Then we start talking about commutes. It comes out that “yeah, my girlfriend lives like 45 minutes away. It’s kind of a pain in the ass”
You know what else is a pain in the ass? You flirting with me for two hours and THEN letting me know you have a girlfriend. I immediately stopped the conversation and headed to the bar.

Guy number 2: Less cute than guy number 1, but has killer taste in movies and books. Great conversationalist, witty as hell. A group of us go out to a movie. He and I talk through most of it. Then we walk out of the movie and he mentions his DAUGHTER. 
“Oh! How old is your daughter?” 
“She’s 4.”
Ok. I think it is great that you have a kid who loves you and you’re close to… But I am not quite old enough to be willing to handle someone else’s kid. So. PASS.

I would love to just meet someone so I don’t have to have long conversations with guys just to find something I can’t possibly get past.

I wish that things would just HAPPEN with the guy who doesn’t seem to exit my mind at any point in the day… I don’t like dating.

I’m so damn lonely it’s not even funny…

Gotta stay strong.

Lonely is good. Lonely means I’m not turning to whoever to try and fill the void.

Praying, hoping, standing my ground.