Another awkward blog about my relationship troubles…
When did I become the Cathy of Sad Sigh? And is Cathy even a relevant comparison anymore? Didn’t even SHE get married? Should I have said Bridget Jones? Or is THAT too outdated too. Oof. See? I’m even awkward about writing about relationships.
At the beginning of 2008, I made a deal with myself that I would put myself “out there” more (read: internet dating). Turns out, “out there” is a scary, scary place, full of insecure boys and terrifying facial hair. I have officially closed the Internet Dating Experiment because, in the end, this is what I got:
1. One relationship with a dude who told me he was interested in polygamy.
2. Three dates with someone who got progressively more insane as the evenings wore by, getting horrifically drunk on our last date and professing that he loved me. LOVED me. After a week and a half of knowing me.
3. A failed relationship with someone whose parting shot at me was that I was too smart to be dateable and who may or may not have had a small heart attack while we were having sex.
Sigh.
On top of which, I now have 4 weddings to attend in the latter half of 2009, and no one to attend with me, nor am I likely to meet anyone in Seattle, haven for the aggressively shy indie boy, a male type that drives me completely batty (except when this type comes in the form of the older brother of a high school chum, who I delight in flirting with as much as possible to make him feel uncomfortable). Another high school friend is engaged, and I seem to be the only person left from high school not in any sort of serious relationship. And, in the end, this blog is about making my high school friends feel extremely awkward with me oversharing, so I’m going to admit something on this blog that I would never, ever admit in person.
I AM AFRAID OF DYING ALONE.
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AAAAAACK!!!!
Grace, I love that CT TOLD me that so that I could freak you the hell out.
It’s my ex roommate in LA that’s engaged, Grace. Blah! Not a wedding I’m invited to, I’m sure.
He said specifically “Tell Grace I had sex?”
Also, I heard. I was going to ask you about it but was too lazy. Eep.
I guess this would be the place to repeat that age-old cliche: everyone dies alone.
I just made myself depressed, writing that.
Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!
AAAAACK!