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Post-Mortems Are Death, Onto the Dating Talk
Seriously, you try distilling down the complicated end of a complicated year-long relationship down into a series of FB posts . . . sheesh. And we still have to deal with each other since we are working on a philanthropic thing together, we work out together, and I am working with him on something for his business.
I would much rather talk about my new thing with the Chimney Sweep. I am trying to figure out how to integrate a new man into my life, while being really anxious about doing something wrong. I hate dating.
Then we also have the tech guru who is still wooing me, despite the fact we went out on a shitty first date before I started dating the artist formerly known as the luckiest man alive. I am his stand-in date for certain things and he's great, but he's trying too hard right now.
My dance card is full and I am seeing the artist formerly known as the luckiest man alive for dinner on Thursday, so we can fight in person. Yay.
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My enemies curse my name, but rave about my ass.
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