There can come a time when one's blogging life gets too close to their real life and such exciting, and well scandalous, events must be kept out. This is due to too many people-friends, family, coworkers, boyfriend(s)- reading it. More so than that, if one is having internal struggles, they might not want to share those because real life might not always totally dig the conundrums.
And no, I'm not just starting this blog because I'm drunk either, I am just overwhelmed. That's the main reason why I havent been blogging as much. When I cant write about the stuff that's really important to me, not just drunken shenanigans, it frustrates me.
So let's catch up! I had been dating a great guy, with all the things I had been looking for, well almost. He has like 80% of the things I'm looking for, and unfortunately those 20% are mostly in the sack, with the remaining 5% being he's just not as gregarious and extroverted as I am. I am a fantastic person to have at a party, but not such a good person to be WITH at a party, if that makes sense. I wont babysit someone, and other than introducing them to people, they are on their own. Other than those couple of qualities, this guy is legitimately awesome, and treats me quite well. It was enough to make me wrestle with the question: Should I settle for someone who meets the majority of my needs, or should I try to do better? Dating is a lot like the "lets make a deal" game, where you can exchange who you have for what's behind the door; they could be better, worse or the same. Key is not losing something better chasing rainbows and unicorns.
That's my biggest goal in life, having as little regrets as possible. Hence why I do all of the partying I do. However, if you know really know what you want for your future, it's hard to tell where to prioritize stuff, both in dating and the rest of your life. I thought I knew what I wanted, but the life of suburban domestication that would lead to being a trophy wife didnt suit me or maybe it just didnt suit me quite yet. So I cast it and Lawyerman to the side.
In my search to figure out my bag of chaos, the guy I had been dating, Legos fell in love. I encouraged it, I wont deny, but it freaked me out more than anything. While he was planning out our futures (which I'll get to later), I was still searching for someone else better on stealth mode. I wasnt exactly met with raging success at first. Then I met KingGeek. He might possibly be the male version of me. Unfortunately, he had been dating this girl for nine years.
to be continued...
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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Have I ever told you that I hate cliffhanger endings??
*pout*
I went to college not wanting a relationship. Actually I was dead set against. I didn't want to be tied down. CockMaster came along. He was cool with hanging out, but the attraction was too much. I had not planned to moved in with him, but circumstances of his living situation gave the opportunity of us moving in together. Then we did things that made sense. We had a joint bank account, got a puppy, & bought a car. When I think back on it, it was ridiculous to do all those things with a boyfriend I didn't know for too long, but it felt right. Marriage, Law School, a house, & a baby followed or are on the way.
Did I get cold feet? Did I think I was just following some ideal concept? NO!
I know who I am. I followed my gut.
So the purpose of this long comment is to know who you are & follow your gut. Don't worry about second guessing. Life is too short for that. Just follow your gut. No one else's path is the same. You have to have your own.
Go lesbo. FYI, this house Wifey and I are looking at has a big basement and a spare bedroom and bathroom. You could pay rent by having sex w/Wifey.
P.S. Hope things work out for you.
Hey is this TM hiding out? I won't tell . .
And I love my cartoon, animated, comic chicks, I wish they were real!
I had a great relationship once. Then I got married.
you're talking about me, arent you?
admit it....
I love whiskey.
I love tits.
The two of them together,
Always fits!
Bad poetry by Earl.
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