Some days, my job has me just staring at my computer screen, wondering how the people whose writing I'm editing have managed to graduate from even high school with their lack of basic mastery of the English language. Sure, I have to be a grammar Nazi (and even my grammar is less than ideal at times), but it can get to the point where I am thisclose to wanting to smack them over the head with a copy of Strunk and White's Elements of Style (the Bible of grammar and punctuation for the English language). Today has been particularly hard because I've been distracted by my personal life.
#1 The Recent Ex
I finally came to my senses two weeks ago and dumped an asshole that I wasted six months on. He never even tried to avoid treating me like shit when I was the perfect girlfriend. I even spontaneously baked sausage-studded biscuits for him once, despite the fact that he never did anything for me. Instead, he dumped me three times. Being the idiot that I am, I took him back each time on his word that things would improve (they never did). Finally, I had enough of his immature, narcissistic apathy, and I dumped him. I spent the next day getting drunk on screwdrivers and fat on raw cookie dough at my best friend's house (I'm sure I set a great example for her two young children that day).
Of course, the recent ex refused to see things from my point of view. He admitted that I was correct inasmuch that he did treat me like shit. However, he claimed that he could change, yet refused to even give me a token sign that he was capable of changing. I even went so far as to offer him a chance to prove to me in person that he could and would change, and treat me better, which was quite generous of me, all things considered. Naturally, he turned his nose up at this offer, demanding to know what he would be changing for before he would even consider changing. The man even had the audacity to suggest that there was nothing wrong with treating me like shit, that I deserved to be treated like shit simply for existing. When he texted me that this past weekend, it made me feel like I was back in middle school and high school and being targeted by the mean kids (mostly girls, but some of their male friends got in on the action, especially when spreading rumors that I had gotten expelled one time for allegedly being a racist...one of the boys "misheard" a comment that I didn't say and tried to get me kicked out of school) for no reason whatsoever. Obviously, he lied when he told me that he loved me.
#2 The Man Who Refused To Kiss Me
I'm a nice person who doesn't mind being friends with her exes, so long as they aren't total douchebags. So, even though the guy who wouldn't have sex or even kiss me (I mentioned him back in April) cheated on me and we broke up in May, he was apologetic enough that I agreed to try to be friends with him. Well, that didn't work out because he still wanted to get back with me. I finally laid it all out for him that he was reading too much into me not being a total bitch to him via email this weekend. I really hope that I didn't break his heart.
#3 The Kid
After wallowing for two weeks, I decided to get back out and start dating this past weekend, instead of just flipping through Tinder while in sweatpants. My first date was with a Tinder match who just happens to be 24. He's a hot nerd type, Clark Kent-style glasses with a muscular body builder frame (without looking like a 'roid head) and tattoos covering certain parts of his body (let's just refer to him as Clark Kent). I figured that he would be the perfect rebound. My plan was to meet him for a drink, have him fawn all over me so I'm reminded that I'm gorgeous and fabulous, and then go fuck his brains out. While all of that happened, I wasn't prepared for CK to actually develop a crush on me. He's 24, active on Tinder, and hot (with a voracious sexual appetite to match mine), so I assumed that he would be looking just for a one- or two-night stand from me at most. Instead, he's hinted at wanting me to be his girlfriend multiple times, and asked me twice now. Sure, we fucked two nights in a row and engaged in sexting a few times now, but that's hardly enough to make me want to commit myself after having only known him for 5 days. He is sweet, though, and we can talk for hours about things other than sex, but sex is the main theme in our interactions.
My attraction to him was enough for me to meet him after having a first date with another guy on the second day. This other guy (Italian Rockstar) is way cooler than me though. He's an Italian (total yummy accent) from Turin, and he's here to get his MBA. However, back in Turin, IR is known for being the singer of a metal band that has had some success in Asia because one of their songs is featured in a popular Japanese video game. We went to a punk rock concert, which was a lot of fun. He wanted to go out after the show, but I already had plans to go get laid after. I have a feeling that IR and I will go out again in the near future.
Like whenever I throw myself into Tinder, I have acquired a ton of new matches and am still in the process of going on a series of first dates. Thus, I really can't commit myself to CK anytime soon because that would be unfair to the other matches that I have been talking to, but haven't met yet.
Suffice to say, my love life is definitely a mixed bag of different feelings and experiences. It's wholly distracting, but better than not having a love life at all.
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