Lesson Learned

So...I'm sure some of you are wondering what happened Sunday on the "date" with the Bartender? Well...nothing happened. Yup, that's right I was more or less stood up. WTF?! I'll be honest, I was majorly bummed.

Remember my post from Friday...where I discussed having a crazy Thursday night? Well, that night my alter ego, "Lizzy Jean" made an appearance. I hate that bitch. She gets me in so much trouble some times. And this proved to the be the case. I'll spare you the details, blog buddies, only because running the gray memories through my own brain has caused much humiliation that I would rather not replay. Long story short, it caused a little road block in whatever this thing Bartender and I had.

I sulked the whole weekend and thought "why did I screw this up before it even started?"...I bothered my friends with my rants about my problems...to which I'm sure they were thinking "really?! quit BBM'ing/texting/e-mailing me about your thoughts on this matter every two seconds." But, being the good friends they are put up with it and told me everything was going to be okay. I really appreciate them holding back what they probably REALLY wanted to say. It's good to have friends that build you up...BUT...you need those friends that will just give it to you straight. And I knew I had that friend in co-worker Jeannie. She's a former single girl, which mucho knowledge on all kinds of dating scenario's and she's the only co-worker I feel comfortable keeping abreast with my personal life. So I gave her the low down and she basically said "He's a douche...You can do better...He's a d*ck and if I ever see him I'll punch him in the face." Now, being the girl with the crush on a douche, I tried to defend him, but the more I thought about it and the more she told me I started to realize...he does suck a fat one and all signs pointed to douche.

1. He never took me out on an actual date. Yes, there was a home cooked meal (which was nice), but there were promises of actual real life dates and they never came true.

2. He's 29 (closer to 30) and works in the service industry. In no way, am I knocking people that are servers or bartenders, but that is not the fella I really need. He stays out until all hours of the night (most nights) with his co-workers and has rando parties at his apartment. This all resembles a missing college lifestyle.

3. With the events that happened Thursday night, looking back he could have defended me and not made me feel guilty about the whole situation (brought to light by Jeannie...thank you).

4. He's shorter than me...You SAY you're 5'8", but when I wear flats...we're the same height and I'm not 5'8". Sorry...that was just a jab I had to put in there. ;)

Of course, it bums me out that this (whatever it was) is no longer...but it could be worse. I've been single forever. But rejection (Michigan boy) after rejection (Bartender) is obviously not good for the self confidence. Oh well...If I was Taylor Swift, I would write a really nasty song.

Homework: I need a cute boy to take to a fun formal in January. Got any prospects, blog buddies?

loves,

sweetbef