Another Tortured Dating Post

Usually on Sundays , I lay in the bed and watch romantic comedies and episodes of Platinum Weddings OnDemand. This past Sunday, I couldnt find any good movie to watch and while I tried to watch other well received 3, 4, 5 star movies, I ended up stopping them. This should have been a good thing considering all the movies usually do is get me all worked up and emotional. Suffering myself with mushy , sappy throw up so I'll end up with a heart full of hope including " the one" and some kind of cliched happy ending complete with a candy buffet and those Cirque De Soleil style ribbon dancers that hang from the ceiling. Then maybe I won't end up bitter. Then I can sink into my delusion and not delete every number in my phone because maybe just one of them might be "him". ( Are you miserable yet? ) In the meantime, my body needs maintenance and I haven't been impressed by anyone offering. ( Whassup, my name is Valentino. Nice to meet you. ) I did meet this man in the Atlantic Station Parking Garage with some very huge arms who couldn't believe I wasn't 19 y/o . ( A gift and a curse.) So he hasn't called me, and I'm assuming that was the reason or he " wasn't that into me." I'm more upset I didn't get to frolick on those arms. I also had a very nice date a few weeks ago with a very nice man . A very nice familiar man. You know, the ones that belong to that extensive brotherhood which practically runs Atlanta. In every familiar case that I've come across someone that there's seems to be something there that I couldn't put my thumb on. It ends up being that. Except well, this guy was in the other brotherhood. Isn't it always either/ or? Hmmmm... Well I found myself comfortably fuschia while on the date with him and it took everything not to jump on his lap. I even thought as far as inviting him on a trip with me and a few friends a few months from now....considering... Oh. In case we talk about him again his name is : BourgieEyes. Say hi, he does read the blog.


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