Can't get enough of her album. It's been on repeat for weeks now.


Sitting here procrastinating starting my homework. I have a pumpkin candle burning, iced coffee and Converge on. Ready to get down into some Family Law.

The boy and I are going apple picking tomorrow. Finally going to take some pictures. I feel like I haven't used my camera in forever. I'm also meeting his son. Dun Dun DUN.

I can’t believe fall is already here and it’s the middle of September. This is my favorite season and I hope I can drag it out as long as possible before the dreaded winter hits. School started two weeks ago and I have a feeling it’s going to keep me fairly busy this semester, along with boys. And friends. And work. After the whole fallout with the last boy I decided to join a dating website.



In my whole entire life, I never would have though I would be one to do that but fuck it, I did.
I was running out of boys to date in my circle, school doesn’t have the greatest selection and when I do go out im usually to nervous to talk to them. Anyways- I got quite a few messages from guys interested but none of them really did anything for me. Then about 3 days later this guy messaged me. He had tattoos, plugs, right up my alley. We met last Monday, talked at his apartment for a good 4 hours. He has a son which puts a whole new spin on things but I don’t want to discredit him just for that. Our second date, if you want to call it that, we went bowling, out to the other side café for some vegan food and then sat in a parking lot and talked for over an hour. I’m liking this guy. He’s funny and loud which I need but also very thoughtful and considerate which is something I’m not used to. I’m only thinking about the future ever so slightly, but for now I’m enjoying what is going on in the present. I believe things happen for a reason and maybe those 15 bad dates were getting me ready for this one. And if this one doesn’t work out….I really am becoming a crazy cat lady.

Dating! It is so much fun but so confusing. Things were going especially well with the boy, we spent a week together and it was awesome.

Then my mom came and he went to Vermont for the week. I said something joking to him and the joke went to far and I ended up saying things I did mean, but probably shouldn't have said to him. I was tore up the whole week about it. He came back from Vermont and we saw each other that night to talk about it. We talked it over, I explained myself, he explained what he was thinking and everything was good. I stayed there until 4 in the morning and then drove home. I also stayed over the next night. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday he wouldn't really talk to me. I invited him to come hang out....but he didn't want to. No big deal.

I texted him yesterday (thursday) to see how he was. I asked what he was doing that night and he said staying in because he was heading to Nova Scotia tomorrow with this girl friend of his.

????????

I was fine with that, but it almost seems to me like he is trying to piss me off and make me say crazy shit. We texted some more and I told him to let me know when he wants to hang out again because inviting him on all these hangouts only to be rejected is hurting my ego. I meant this in a totally lighthearted way but realized after I said it that he might take it the wrong way. Just like the last time. And he did, and he told me that I must be riding a ten speed bike with all of this backpeddling I'm doing. At that point I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I refrained.

I gently explained that I don't lie, it was a joke and he could make of it what he wanted. I also asked him if I did something this week that I am unaware of. Haven't heard anything back and at this point I'm so done. Done Done Done.

To celebrate this joyous occasion, Heather and I bought some big beers and headed to Dora's house for some chocolate eating, drinking and bitching about boys. It did the trick. I had a blast.

I'm also done being the pursuer in boys for awhile. They can come after me if they want it.
PHEW.