(No, I’m not, but it was a good lead-in.)
I would just like to share how absolutely lame I feel right now. I just sent 4 “flirts” online. What I am, 12? Maybe we can have a web cam chat next!
Ignore me; I’m just angry. I went out to a bar on last night, and after observing the dudes there, I lost all hope in humanity. The only decent-looking non-bro in the bar kept trying to pick fights with people. Seriously? And all the guys playing pool were awful. It’s times like those when I realize how valuable C’s pool skills were– for one, he taught me not to look like a total moron when playing pool. Secondly, it usually meant that our group of friends had an extended reign over pool tables at bars. *le sigh*
You may ask, “But Ardith, why don’t you go to a real classy joint and hit on some guys there?”
…are you an idiot? You don’t go to a nice bar to try and pick up guys. YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS. All those guys are either: 1. gay, 2. dating a real nice, pretty girl, or 3. pretentious. There is no gray area, my friends. (I’m being stubborn.)
Conclusion: I’m not ready to start looking. I’m not even into the idea of finding a “rebound.” I’m apathetic to the whole thing right now. Maybe I’ll change my mind when I figure out whether I’m going to be staying in a city for grad school or moving out to the country or the mountains. We’ll see.
On the plus side, at least people aren’t asking me when I’m getting married anymore.