That is the resolution one of my friends has recently made. We were out at the pub a stones throw from our office (I can see the patio from my cubicle window, it is very mean on bright sunny days), and after we had moaned and groaned about the bureaucracy we inhabit and have ended up helping perpetuate, we moaned and groaned about the lack of guys in the O-town.
Now, numerically, there are many men in this fair city of mine. However, meeting these men is the challenge. If I don't work with them, play a sport with them or they are a friend or friend of friend or coworker of a friend.... I may never encounter them. Online dating helps but that comes with it's own set of special circumstances. And when you are more than slightly discerning.... It's tough.
Now I have had days this week where lunch has been an afterthought and the month ahead makes me more than slightly want to weep. But I also have my annoying friends telling me about this life balance bullshit and a boyfriend certainly would be nice... So an effort I will make. When I can. Because a boyfriend for Christmas is not a repellent idea. Now who's got one for me? ;)
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
26
That is indeed how old I am now. Eesh. I had no issues with 25, was even pretty excited for it and nary a quarter life crisis but now... C'mon, I'm closer to 30 than 20! that is NOT COOL.
Though at times I talk (and text) like I'm 13.
With all the extra work pressure and many outside of work commitments, ie. Weddings weddings weddings, I have been feeling as though I should be more mature. A bit more considered in my actions, more organized, less of a potty mouth. I may not have a boyfriend but I could read a smart book, instead of the Romance novels which are my current bread and butter of literature. (Vogue counts right? The last one I bought had a profile of the new head of the IMF).
And then this weekend I went to a friends birthday party. I went with another friend and on the way over we agreed to split one bottle of wine and head out by 11:30, max.
The night ended past 2 am, in a MacDonalds, after playing (and losing hard) Kings Cup, drinking way more than half a bottle of wine, asking acquaintances 'so - you still employed?' when I know they are likely on the chopping block, and flirting with a boy who I later discovered was very much taken.
And I had a BLAST. I'm 26, not dead, and I still have some fun in me. I'm going to continue to try new things, but am also going to continue enjoy the things I like to do, however immature. I'm going to return to New York City with 2 fabulous ladies and have a ridiculous time. I am going to let myself unwind on the weekends, and if that involves sleeping in, lazing about, spending my hard earned money on frivolous items and booze - SO BE IT.
I'll do my best but am not promising, to keep you informed of my exploits. Commitments of any kind are still a bit beyond me and that's ok.
Though at times I talk (and text) like I'm 13.
With all the extra work pressure and many outside of work commitments, ie. Weddings weddings weddings, I have been feeling as though I should be more mature. A bit more considered in my actions, more organized, less of a potty mouth. I may not have a boyfriend but I could read a smart book, instead of the Romance novels which are my current bread and butter of literature. (Vogue counts right? The last one I bought had a profile of the new head of the IMF).
And then this weekend I went to a friends birthday party. I went with another friend and on the way over we agreed to split one bottle of wine and head out by 11:30, max.
The night ended past 2 am, in a MacDonalds, after playing (and losing hard) Kings Cup, drinking way more than half a bottle of wine, asking acquaintances 'so - you still employed?' when I know they are likely on the chopping block, and flirting with a boy who I later discovered was very much taken.
And I had a BLAST. I'm 26, not dead, and I still have some fun in me. I'm going to continue to try new things, but am also going to continue enjoy the things I like to do, however immature. I'm going to return to New York City with 2 fabulous ladies and have a ridiculous time. I am going to let myself unwind on the weekends, and if that involves sleeping in, lazing about, spending my hard earned money on frivolous items and booze - SO BE IT.
I'll do my best but am not promising, to keep you informed of my exploits. Commitments of any kind are still a bit beyond me and that's ok.
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