Update: By now I've gone out to enough sympathy meals with my girlfriends to convince myself that I did nothing wrong by ending things with Mr. REA...not that I feel any better about it. But we've all been there, right?
New Subject:
Dating in the Post-College World has proven to be more challenging than dating in the College World. Can I get an amen on that?
...Bueller? ... Bueller?
No? Ok, let me break it down for you.
College World dating goes a little something like this:
See cute boy in class. Gradually move closer. Ask to borrow pen. Pretend to need help. Organize study session. Become partners for important assignment. Meet on the weekends to work on said project. One thing leads to another. Wake up in boys dorm room. End of story.
Simple.
The Post-College World is full of creepos and cheesy pick up lines. And married men without rings on...tricky! Let's not forget all the grown-ass men that 'just don't know what they want', which we all know directly translates into "I do not want YOU". Those kinds are the best...psych!
And if you're like me, (translation: middle schoolers have bigger breasts than you do. Just call me Ms. Nearly A), things can get especially annoying. It's difficult to get men to approach you at a bar if they don't think you look old enough to be there. And the ones that DO approach you, those are the pervs to watch out for.
Trying to pick up hotties at my work is a no-go. Already been down that road. Yikes.
Picking up hotties on public transportation results in transients asking for money. UGH.
So what do you do? Well, I joined the good ol' YMCA in an attempt to meet hotties. or at least spy on them in the weight room.
When I say I "joined the YMCA" (henceforth referred to as the 'Y'), what I really mean is I went back (with my tail between my legs) and re-activated my previously existing membership. You see, I've tried this trick before, using the gym to meet people. However it was a short-lived experiment because as soon as I invested in an iPhone, the Y membership was the first item on my budget-cut. My waistline was the only one who suffered.
Big news! My birthday is rapidly approaching. No need to plan that surprise party I've always wanted, I'm already in the beginning stages of planning my Quarter Life Crisis, complete with public breakdown. Get ready for it.
