Category Archives: Friends

There, I said it.

I mean, dating at 26 is weird because it’s the first time in my life I’ve actually done all the awkward do-I, does-he, do-we stuff in person. So there’s that.

And dating is weird when you’re divorced. I inevitably have to bring it up, to explain why and to detail my ex-husband’s role in my life (none). I feel pretty self conscious about that.

With Facebook? Dating is even weirder. I can’t quite say everything I want to say because even if the person I’m discussing isn’t on my friends list, someone who knows them is. Words spreads quickly in a small city like this.

Finally, dating is weird when you become romantically involved with people who have historically been your friend. I’d never expected to have to navigate that road. It’s just. Strange. It’s slow and awkward. It’s still fun and exciting, but you’ve got to be careful when becoming more-than-friends. In fact, I think this is trickier than dating someone who was previously a stranger. There’s just so much at risk.

So, you can guess what I’ve been doing from this post.

I don’t even know the last time I blogged here. To be honest, I don’t know the last time I sat down and had a little time for myself. While part of me — the old me who is afraid of change — wants to say that I need time to be alone and relax, I’m really not feeling anxiety like I did last year. In fact, if you’ve been following me on Twitter or Facebook, then you know that I think 2013 is pretty awesome and I’ve been having a good time.

I’ve been more social in this past week or so than I ever have in my life, I think. February was full of movies, restaurants and bars, but the beginning of March has included cuddles on my couch, game and movie nights, drinking with friends, catching up with family, reconnecting with old friends and general entertaining. There’s been very little time for me to even sleep, but I don’t seem to mind. I get up in the morning way before I expect to and am so excited for my day.

Someone suggested that is almost seems like I go through sl0w-motion manic-depressive states. In hindsight, this doesn’t necessarily seem untrue. I am on a really high high at this moment. I know it’s not sustainable, but it’s also not dangerous, and I am okay with that. Even my lows haven’t been quite so horrible, and I know I’ll fly through them, too. In the meantime, here’s a list of what you need to know about my life:

• Boys want me but they can’t have me because..
• Something romantic is in the works
• My friends are hilarious
• And they think I am, too, even when I’m drunk
• Pizza at two o’clock in the morning is awesome
• Sometimes a broken lamp is the price of admission
• Spring needs to come soon!
• The cats needs to chill out
• I hate the laundry room appliances here
• I am more comfortable with myself than I’ve ever been
• Cuddles are awesome!
• I really need to stop playing Candy Crush Saga. At first, it was boring. Now it’s an addiction.

and she is awesome.

• i always get perverted when i’m crying
• lebanese men are delicious especially the little ones
• someone should put him (obama) out
• i think my face is the wrong size
• i don’t like dildo rape COMMA terminator COMMA megatron
• It was dericious
• Don’t dwink a dwum full of wum

Shit others said about me:

cole gets really racist when she drinks water #keepthembitchesinline

 

As some point I decided I needed to fuck a bartender for the benefits. Apparently I turned purple when the waitress startled me. She later said she’d have to give me a time limit on my drinks in the future.

Yea, good times.

The last time I wrote a post talking about how I’d gotten drunk the night before, it wasn’t so happy. It’s different this time. Friday was my best friend’s birthday and she asked if  I wanted to go out after she finished work. I figured it would be fun and had no better plans, anyway, so we headed to a bar with her husband to meet her cousin. For some reason, probably an empty stomach, my drinks really hit me and I was soon feeling the alcohol. I had no more than two shots and two mixed drinks, but they did me in.

However, I was with friends, so instead of freaking out, I was laughing  bubbly and silly. I entertained everyone and was entertain myself. It was really the first time that drinking was any fun, and it was all an accident. It made me want to go out and drink with friends again. Perhaps I just hadn’t been with the right people before. Unfortunately, several of my friends are now pregnant. What’s up with that?

The night produced some quotes that seemed funny at the time. You can tell me if they’re still funny.

I’d be a dick, too, if my vagina was full of sand.

I’m trying to add ‘fucked’ but it’s hard.

I feel all wibbly wobbly. Will David Tennant have sex with me?

I have to pee. Don’t eat my cheese.