The less than great news today is that both of my new CL friends flaked out. It happens, though usually I’m pretty good at picking out which ones will and which ones won’t. Not a particularly big deal either way, a massive dose of quality time and online porn has calmed my libido down since I got back. I’ve returned to normal, my merely average level of horniness. Which is probably better in the long run since I make questionable decisions otherwise.
And like every cloud, this one has a silver lining… Once again, I can willfully ignore the worst holiday of the year.
It’s like my nemesis. It might only come around once a year but it pretty much ruins the entire month. It’s a lose-lose, if you’re in a relationship you have to do the whole buy-her-love dance, and if you’re single than you have to deal with being bombarded with images of “love” and happy couples for weeks and weeks. The whole mass media industry suddenly goes fucking crazy for couples and “showing” (buying) our overwhelming love for our lifetime match.
I have to stop here or I’m going to get even more angry than usual. It’s best for me to just avoid the whole topic.
And this year I can safely do that without it affecting my sex life. Thank the gods.
So, for the rest of you enjoying the safety of spending Valentine’s Day alone, have a good one. Don’t forget to stock up on the wine.
(Notice I didn’t mention the Super Bowl? Yeah, I’m not really a fan of football either. What can I say, February is pretty much a crap month all around.)
Almost as soon as I heard about the craziness back home (mentioned in the previous post, Off to a bad start) I was looking for plane tickets. Thankfully, work has been light so far this year and getting two weeks off after the holidays wasn’t such a hard sell to my bosses.
I haven’t written much about Jane, my recent FWB, I’ll have to catch up on that later, but we’d been seeing each other since Thanksgiving (which was only about a month, in hindsight). A few days before the trip I got a text that would normally send a chill down my spine, “We need to talk.” Continue reading
Okay, I’m still on break but some stories just need to be written down (I’m still grumpy but getting laid helps).
I hate consumerism, I hate shopping, I hate big crowds of people, so Black Friday is the worst day of the year for me. Most years I make an effort to not even step outside that day; it’s like a tornado, I just hide in my apartment and wait for it to pass. However, the crazy store hours came in awfully handy this week.
Since Stephanie I’d done zero playing, dating, looking. Nothing. For months. I’m still not up for anything serious mentally or physically, and I’m still moving sometime next year, but the last couple weeks I’ve been running a lot more to get ready for a race… and running really pumps up the libido. While I might not be up for dating, I was definitely up for some f***ing. Continue reading
Like most people I have a love-hate relationship with alcohol. Usually when I’m drinking I love it, while the hate is usually reserved for the next morning.
It also sometimes means I don’t always remember what was so fun about the night before.
This weekend I decided to have a ‘me’ day, just drinking and playing video games. Stephanie, not having any plans, decided to hang out too. I didn’t have a problem with that, the whole ‘friends’ thing has been working out pretty well so far. As long as she didn’t care that I planned on getting blasted.
With my current single-hood, and with the lack of interest in dating, I’m aware that the blog hasn’t been particularly interesting nor will that probably change much any time soon. That’s part of the reason I did a drunken post over the weekend about how much I love eating p*ssy. Just because I’m celibate at the moment doesn’t mean I can’t relive some fun memories.
The thing is, I’m really digging being single right now. I’m not looking around. At all. I even took down the only dating site profile I still had up. Nada. And it’s awesome. It’s given me plenty of time to work on a few things, get my head on straight, and stop worrying about a lot of stupid shit. If I feel like being a lazy ass and sitting around in sweat pants on a Saturday drinking cheap beer there’s no reason why I shouldn’t. Fuck yeah. Or putting up drunken blog posts about going down on women. Why not? Continue reading
Last month I mentioned an interesting article I’d read recently. At the time I didn’t feel like going into it so it was just the preface to a Friday Night Music post.
The post I was going to originally do was based on this article, “Why Break Ups Hurt More For Women.”
For those too lazy to read the article, it describes how men and women react differently to break ups. According to the study, women are hurt far more when a relationship ends, then they eventually recover and are generally stronger for the experience. Compared to men, men are hurt less after the break up but never recover, just move on.
Just reading that summary, you should have some idea where I’m going with this. I kind of feel like the article and the study missed something. The title says break ups hurt more for women… but they recover… and are stronger afterwards, men are just kind of a footnote but it says they never get over it. To me, that begs the question how break ups (some study said we average three by our thirties) affect men long term. According to the study women would get stronger and stronger, it seems to follow then that men would get weaker and weaker… which is fascinating in many ways. But they never follow up on that.
As usual, the news today pissed me off. Specifically, the Kentucky County Clerk. First, she refused to issue marriage licenses to same sex couples because it went against her religious beliefs. This got her in trouble because that’s illegal since the Supreme Court ruling, and the court ordered her to start issuing them. Now, rather than doing her job, she decided to not issue any at all to try and avoid the ruling.
Really? Are we back in Kindergarten? That’s like the little kid that pouts when you tell her she can’t just eat the chicken nuggets, she has to eat her vegetables too. So, she gets pissy and refuses to eat anything.
The Clerk and her friends are arguing that they are exercising their first amendment rights.
That’s bullshit. Continue reading
I was already pondering this post today about where I am in my head when I made a somewhat amusing observation. Thirteen years ago today Cat and I got married. I was thinking back over past relationships and the date popped up on my computer… it took me a moment but the date kept tickling the back of my brain until I realized the connection. It’s a fine correlation with what I was already circling.
One of the things you might know about me is I’m a bit of a romantic. I’m nostalgic, I love stories, and I save everything. I’m not a hoarder but anything that sparks a memory I hang onto, good or bad. Souvenirs from every relationship are carefully boxed and saved, emails and texts are never deleted. Hell, I still have the chat conversations with Anne (Not to be confused with Ann) from back in my college days and those are fifteen years old now. I’ve gotten tattoos were several different girlfriends, a permanent reminder. In another box I have every notebook I’ve ever written in, poems, journals, story ideas, and more reminders. It’s one reason that I almost never delete posts on my blogs. Almost never. Continue reading
Since it seems Curiosetta is unwilling to participate in a discussion, I guess I’ll just post my rebuttal.
First, I’d like to just take a moment and explain why the comments that sparked all this pissed me off so much. There are some crazy people with extreme views that go around and snipe at people online, usually hiding behind anonymity. Those trolls are annoying but most readers can look at those comments and see that they’re just crazy and extreme and disregard them. Those types of trolls don’t bother me, they’re more sad than anything else.
No, the people that bug me are the ones with extreme views that are smart enough to incorporate legitimate issues with bullshit misinformation or ridiculousness. These people piss me off because when you question them they fall back on the nugget of legitimacy.
I’ll give you an fake example. “Texting and driving is extremely dangerous. Only uneducated idiots from Colorado text and drive.”
If someone argues against the inflammatory (and stupid) ‘uneducated idiots from Colorado’ part, the original commentor can pull out stats about how dangerous texting and driving is and obviously anyone who disagrees with them is pro-death. They’re essentially relying on one part of their argument being close to inarguable to lend legitimacy to their whole statement. Continue reading
I’ve been in a weird place for the last couple weeks. A quiet, introspective place. I haven’t even been writing much, for the blog anyway, just putting up old drafts that were written months ago. This afternoon I was watching some stupid sitcom on TV about divorce and getting married again. The show was nothing remarkable but it did manage to dredge up a few memories.
When the couple was splitting up their belongings the soon-to-be ex-wife pulled a strange bowl out of one of their boxes. It was an ugly ceramic nacho bowl shaped like a sombrero. It was one of those novelty items, something a tourist would pick up on for five dollars on a trip to Mexico. In the show it was only on screen for a second, it wasn’t even a conversation piece, but I about had a heart attack when I saw it. Continue reading