Hello 2012. New year, new start, new results. Let's hope....
The holidays were kind of rough this year. Break up still fresh, 5 friends have babies within a couple of weeks of each other, no leads on a new career. I felt bad for my family... this outgoing, life of the party girl was pretty quiet. I try to always remain positive and make the best of situations, so I joke and stay busy. But I really could use a little luck sent my way.
New Year's Eve was survived by the goodness of pear martini's and cute bartenders. Now if only we could forget about the terrible allergic reaction I had to the lilies in the bathroom, the greasy old men across the bar fixated on my chest, the passed out friend and the midnight kiss whose name will be withheld. The one good thing to come out of it all, is that a friend decided to set me up with a guy he knows. (Sounds familiar, right?)
Boy was that a bad decision. Oh just wait. Just from the texts alone, I should have known this was not going to have the end result I wanted. I'm pretty sure his middle name was arrogance. He took me to Smith and Wollensky. Didn't get up from the bar when I walked in. Ordered a $54 steak (according to him, his 4th one that week). Proceeded to tell me he moved himself out of his parent's house because they 'sucked' and he wanted to go to a boarding school where the ivy leagues recruit, and if they ever came to visit, there was a hotel down the street. Oh yeah, and he just won his 9th lawsuit. Whoa. Really buddy? That is what you lead with?
Meanwhile, my parents are having a fabulous time at dinner with my aunt, uncle, grandmother and friends across the street. Why am I still sitting here?? This date cannot get worse. I am so bored/annoyed by his vanity. As he gets up to use the restroom, in his purple striped shirt with white and purple paisley details, I text my parents how bad the date is going. Well, guess who comes to my rescue!? I find it hilarious that 10 minutes later, this Italian looking brood comes walking through the door and up to my table. He on the other hand, was not amused. He shook my dad and uncle's hand, but not a smile or an introduction.
I give him one last chance. I invite him to come have a drink with my family and he immediately shoots down the idea. Sorry buddy. You fail. Thanks for the $40 filet. So I take my 'dressed up to the nines' butt over to the bar and enjoy some time laughing and loving the ridiculousness that is my life. Seriously? Whose parents crash a first date and end up being the best part of the night?
They take off and I am still wired from it all. So I walk myself over to a bar and hangout with some friends, share my stories, have my ego blown a little and am reminded that there are still normal guys out there. Not to mention, people who love me and support me. I have joked before, I may not be lucky, but I am blessed.
After one too many drinks, some poor decisions and a very long night, It's 5:00AM and... I fall asleep in the arms of the man who broke my heart, but love more than words.
How do I get myself into these situations!?! Shaking my head... Shaking my head. New year, new start, same results.
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