That story I owed you...

So where were we? The bad kiss/gun/smoooooth guy.

In tactful detail, hippy guy from earlier in the summer comes over the next day around one. He and I have a good time, just like before. He sticks around until 6:30pm. Just in time for the next date at 7:00pm.

7pm guy is a freelance writer. We meet at Goody's. He loves movies, music, books. His mom was a concert violinist who married a conductor. He also informs me that he did a lot of blow in the 90's. We talk about drug usage...   "I'm a naturally tense person...  I really liked that buzzing energy."

The next day I'm scheduled to meet gun guy for coffee and to let him know I'm not interested. 5pm... 5:05pm... 5:30 pm... 6:00pm... He doesn't show up. Well, saved me from having to have THAT conversation.

Hours: 48
Dates scheduled: 4
Dates attended: 3

What an interesting summer it's been.
Nanette

An Aside...

Okay.... I know, I owe you at least 3 stories about some crazy dates.

However, school is starting and already the social hemisphere of my life is exploding. This year ZERO TOLERANCE FOR BULLSHIT. I'm not going to play the "let's stroke ego's" game. I'm not going to tell you that you don't need to practice. I'm not going to tell you that they won't notice. I'm not going to tell you that it's okay that you're unprepared. I'm not going to tell you that I think that you poop gold, your farts don't stink and you might be the most flawless person on earth.

I'm probably going to socially isolate myself. I'm okay with that. I think I'd actually prefer it. There's so fewer issues that way. I know I say this every year, then wind up with complaining sessions at my house. Or feeling like I need the adrenaline of people. But even that has lost it's edge.

I just want to freaking graduate.

So, dear person reading this, I'm sorry if I ignore you because I'm concentrating or you're not my immediate concern. You are worthwhile, it's not because I think less of you. It's only that for the first time in my life I'm going to actually pull up my pants and get my own stuff done before catering to everyone else's emotional and social needs.

Maybe that's what it takes to graduate.

I make a commitment to be a better communicator this year. To be direct. To make decisions. To not stress out. To not compare myself or others. To just like the way things are... and when I don't... to do something about it.

I really want to go into specifics here, but I'm sure than an online forum isn't the best way to vent. Oh the wisdom of years... or the arrogance...   who knows.

Nanette