Stories from single 20-somethings living in SF, LA, NY and Chicago.

I went out last night with Shoes and his friends. It was fun, but I don’t remember half of it. Owned. We got 2 bottles at Rouge (which is a Cougar-heavy club. Calvin, this is right up your alley.) and drank all of it in about 10 minutes. I can’t go to clubs without table service. I get anxiety from the crowds! Anyway, he and I got so drunk that we fell over together a few times. We didn’t kiss or anything! *Pats self on back. I am definitely not ready for any hanky panky, and I’m perfectly fine being celibate. Damn. I haven’t done IT in a really long time, but I also don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.

At one point, one of his girlfriends pulled me aside and asked me, “What’s going on with you and Shoes?” In my drunken state, I screamed, “I DON’T KNOW! HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND! I DON’T WANT A BOYFRIEND! I REALLY HATE MEN! I HATE ALL OF THEM! HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!” LOL! I’m pretty sure she told him, but he told me to reserve a night for him this week so we can hang out. I guess he doesn’t care that I’m a handful and a half! Ah, I hope we never move to a point where anything is established. We’re in this innocent stage where we haven’t kissed, and I haven’t decided if I like him yet. I don’t even know if he’s decided that he likes me either, but I know that for now, we enjoy each other’s company. If I were emotionally stable, he’d be at the top of my list. That’s saying a lot, because I find it nearly impossible to trust any man after dating my piece of shit ex.

I like that he finds my drunken antics hilarious, because I don’t find myself feeling insecure or trying to be someone I’m not when I’m around him. My last boyfriend used to make me feel so bad about myself for getting stupid drunk. What’s the big effing deal? I like to party, but I also have a career. It’s not like I don’t have my shit together. Anyway, I threw up in the MEN’S ROOM (LOL, please tell me how the hell I ended up there) and Shoes found that hilarious. He really gets my humor. I like that too.

Today he said to me, “Your blog is boring (the other group blog I share with 5 people). I want to read that OTHER blog (referring to this blog).” To that, I said, “NO. AND DON’T TRY TO FIND IT!”

Watch, he’s reading it right now. Owned.

And if you are, hello! I’ll see you later this week.