I've dedicated this new blog to keep my friends & family (and any other online creeps who are interested) up to date on how challenging/entertaining dating in The City can be.
So here's my story...
I was recently heartbroken by an extremely handsome real estate appraiser after 7 spectacular months of casual dating. Let's henceforth refer to him as Mr. REA. I wanted more, he felt 'pressured'. End of story I guess. Not a happy ending there. Actually a super sad ending, otherwise referred to as a tragedy. For me anyway. I'll spare you the details but here's the main idea: as much as Mr. REA 'likes' me and 'cares' about me and thinks I'm 'great', he can't bear the idea of committing to a relationship.
And that is what Absolutely. Crushed. Me.
My wine consumption has gone through the roof, so has my rental of rom-coms via his HBOgo account. I'm out of Kleenex. Don't get me started on the empty cartons of ice cream. Oh and Adele is on loop. These are not happy times my friend.
This situation is of course, also causing me to now attend my brother's wedding solo in just a few short weeks. Nothing quite like changing a +1 to a +none. I'll repair my self esteem later by buying something expensive and fabulous. Or a McFlurry.
And now on to my current situation: Think Kristin Wigg via 'Bridesmaids'. Except that I have a job I love, I don't live at home, I'm not battling for the attention of my best friend, have never shit my pants (in public anyway) nor have I ever dated a hot police officer with an Irish accent. But other than that, we are SO twinsies.
We actually do sort of have the same hair. And that's a true story.
