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Just realized something!

How ironic is it that on the night of this blog’s “launch party,” I ran into Shoes and his friends and started our slomance, which is now a legitimate romance?

If you have seen my Facebook, you can see that we’re pretty public now. This blog is lame. I’ll come back occasionally to tell drunk stories.

BTW, The Bus Driver and I got in a huge fight last night. I don’t remember what happened, because duh – I was drunk – but I know that we were sitting in a cab, and he walked out of the cab on me. And then he took off his shirt in the club, danced like a monkey, and in turn, redeemed himself. We made up.

That’s like, the story of my life.

oh wow

It looks like this blog really is dead. Oh well. I am seriously considering moving my content from here to another blog to be called “Darla’s Exploits,” although, to be honest, I don’t have very many scandalous stories to tell anymore.

My weekdays have been work, work, work. I staffed two events this week, which was great because I got to meet a Nobel Peace Prize winner and drink ungodly amounts of champagne and wine, but terrible because I ended up working 75 hours for the week. Shoes and I have completely given up on making plans to see each other during the week because it’s impossible. With his grad school applications due in a month, and with my increasingly demanding clients (2 AM emails, FTW. Blackberry, please set yourself on fire and die), we are shit out of luck when it comes to spending time together. No matter, because I spend my work weeks counting down the days until I can practically live with him on the weekends. It is nice. I feel like I can have my cake and eat it too.

A few of you might find this crazy, but I’ve been reading him entries from this blog. All of them. He finds it interesting to now know my thought process from the time that we first dated, because supposedly, I was a completely cold bitch to him in the beginning. Little did he know that I (sometimes) liked him a lot. He is fully aware of how public this blog is, and what my readership numbers are, who I dated when we were unexclusive, and how much I used to bag on him in the beginning. I asked him if all of his bothered him, and he said, “Not really, but you can’t be writing about us if we officially get together. Don’t you want our relationship to be private and sacred?” And I responded, “Probably. I’ll start video-blogging about my life, but not our relationship.” And then he said, “Works for me.” I can’t believe he’s okay with this!

I move out in 2 weeks into a beautiful Victorian walk-up in Pac Heights! Very excited. I absolutely love San Francisco. My commute time will be cut in half, and I am leaving my car at home. I am going to buy a bike, to which I’ll add a basket, a bell, and tassles. I’m such a dork, but I really can’t wait to NOT drive, take public transportation, and run into homeless people on my way to work. Actually, my San Francisco experience will be marred a bit because my parents are making me move to Pacific Heights, which is the most affluent neighborhood in San Francisco (Danielle Steele will live 2 blocks away from me), but is lacking much of the San Francisco culture I love so much. The bars closest to me will be in the Marina, so I’m sure that my life in SF won’t be lacking an ounce of douchebaggery that I’ve gotten so used to. If I could have it my way, I’d move to a cute Victorian walk-up in the Mission and eat tacos every day and smoke weed with my neighbors every night. And then we would make flower headbands together, hold hands, and roll around in the grass together.

Okay. Time for dimsum with my brother. I think I will miss home a bit.

poser

I’m a poser. I canceled on one date for ethical reasons, and flaked out on the other because I’m tired..

..and..and..

Cuz I can’t do it. So much for being a slirt.

Regarding my last blog entry, ignore the one line in which I mention anything about exclusivity. That is a restriction I cannot put on myself unless there is a confident, clear and well-defined commitment – which has yet to happen. Truth be told, I have no idea what I really want, even though I am sure of who I like. There’s a possibility that I could make a conclusion on wtf’s been going on for the last 4 months if he gave me more direction, but I think he’s just as undecided/indecisive as I am. I value my independence, but I also value having set boundaries and rules. Right now, I’m not sure what I value more.

All I know is that I’m happy right now, but growing a little impatient. I’m not sure if this impatience is a product of my pride, or if I am subconsiously seeking a commitment. I am always all over the place.

He’s really busy this week. I probably won’t see him until Sunday. I was asked out on dates by two different guys today, and I said yes to both. What the hell, you know? I’m bored, and at this point, it’s fair game. I’ve also noticed that the only time I have many dating options is when I’m considering a commitment. Why don’t these guys exist when I am completely single? It’s raining men - and when it rains, it pours.

Do I owe it to him to say anything about these dates? Half of me saying yes is out of boredom and curiousity. Obviously, I won’t let anything physical happen. What say you?

Darla’s back, but not exactly single.

Herro!

I’m back, beezies. LOL at Calvin’s drunk entry, but rest assured, I think my Halloween with The Bus Driver and the other boys was more eventful. I won’t go into detail because it’s not my story to tell, here are some highlights:

• I dressed as the Walk of Shame for Halloween, which basically means that I was too lazy/cheap to put together another costume. I put on one of my dad’s shirts, popped open a few buttons, wore a lacy bra (nothing to show – I have 32 B’s/34 A’s, depending on the bra), put on a pair of heels, gave myself “sex” hair, and smeared makeup all over my face. Very lame.
• Went out with the boys, and although I still love you guys, I wish I stayed in with my sweetheart for the night because I cannot. keep. up. with. you. guys. Being in a relationship makes me age 5+ years.
• Finally caught The Bus Driver pissing. In a trash can. In the middle of the dance floor. …*Sigh
• Spent the night in a car w/3 very smelly boys, including The Bus Driver, who had his pants off for some reason that I still can’t figure out.
• Had my outfit upstaged by people that were truly doing the walk of shame the next morning. It’s funny now, I think. Are we allowed to laugh about what happened on Friday night yet? Huh, guys?

Mm..sorry about being MIA lately. My life has been a bit insane as of late:

• I’ve been pulling massive hours at the office.
• I am happily and exclusively(!!) dating a special, wonderful boy
• I am still getting drunk once a week and cringing the next morning over furniture that I danced on the night before

Honestly? Nothing kicks more ass than having an (almost) perfect balance of work, friends, love and life.

I have lots of drunk stories from the last two weeks. Will update soon enough.

Calvin, don’t desert us! You are the only authentic blogger on here!