New town, new situations and new confussions.Here I am living with one of my crazy friends from college in a new town, ready to find my way and start this new 20something chapter of my life. I thought that this relocation would be a fresh start, but instead I am realizing that life and sex in the city isn't everything I thought it would be. With all of the options in this city and the craziness that comes with it you wouldn't think I'd have time to be lonely. I would generally consider myself a laid back, slightly outrageous, free spirit, who is easier to get along with than most people. How is it possible that I have moved to a city full of people to find myself more alone than ever. I didn't realize that it was going to be so difficult to meet people, however I also didn't take into account how strange a majority of the people in this city are.
Exhibit A: Last thursday after a day full of: a very thoughful 1st grader sneezing all over my desk ( ahhh, I do love teaching 1st grade), getting my dress caught in my car door, and asking my awesome neighbors to please move their sacks of dirty diapers and assorted goodness out of the stairwell, I decided to go out. I wasn't looking for anything crazy, the usual night at my favorite hot spot (I don't really know how hot it is since most nights I spend the night shooing aways 50 year old men, but regardless). Trying to stay true to my new goal of appearing more city chic than farmtwon exhausted, I got dressed in my best interpretation of fashion forward. I was feeling pretty good about myself and ready for just enough fun to hold me over 'til the weekend what I found was...less than stellar. I spent the first hour and a half listening to my friend (Hopefully Unrealistic) tell me all about her new love interest, never mind that he's her supervisor at work, nevermind that she wasn't interested in him until he professed his undying love for her, nevermind that he APOLOGIZES FOR EVERYTHING AND CALLS 3 TIMES WHILE YOU'Re IN THE SHOWER! As usual I listened and tried to be as supportive as possible, while thinking to myself about the plethora of red flags I would be throwing at her if I were a ref. I spent the rest night convincing a very polite, friendly, successful man that he wanted nothing to do with me. Why would I turn away such a "catch" you ask, perhaps it would have something to do with him being 5'5! For some people this might work, but for this realistically built 5'10 woman that will not work. I realized he was not my soulmate when I found myself bending over (in a similar position I use to speak to my 1st graders) to speak to him. After enough drinks for me to realize this night was headed nowhere good soon, I clicked my way home and tucked my self in alone once again...
KC strikes again. maybe next time someone of a normal height will seek me out. Maybe next time I'll work up the energy to tell HU that she is settling! Maybe next time I'll shut my big fat mouth and mind my own business and just dance with whoever approaches me (even if he does appear to be a card carrying member of the lollypop guild). I know there's a lesson to be learned in all of this and maybe eventually I'll figure it out...give me a little time I know I'll get it.
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