I’m watching myself as of late, because I’ve been on some addictive type stuff.
I love shopping, but I think I have a problem. I’ve been spending my lunch breaks buying stuff.
Last week, I bought two shirts one day, and a pair of shoes the next.
Today, I bought a clutch (but I’ve wanted this kind of clutch since last year and they never had the right color or style).
Like I’m not spending crazy amounts of money, but after a while it adds up.
My latest addiction is that stupid online dating site I signed up for almost two weeks ago.
I’m checking the stupid thing all day, even on my phone, draining the battery.
I must be bored. Most of these men, I’m not even interested in, but I’m digging the high I get from opening my mailbox everyday to like 20 guys.
Some of them, I’m actually sending messages to, and some of them seem kind of nice, or interesting.
But something tells me, I’m not really going to find that super dooper love connection.
Before, I was being very strict about men who are long distance since we know I’m the queen of that, and now, if the man seems like he’s got some sense, I’m willing to have a conversation.
What’s most interesting is, as some conversations are fading out and interest is waning, there’s always a new guy to start a new conversation with.
There they are. All laid out. Every time I log on, I hear Arsenio Hall’s voice in “Coming to America” where he tells Akeem, “apparently these are the best women Queens has to offer. Pick one and let’s go home.”
I keep hearing, “Pick one and let’s go home.”
I put myself out there and reached out to some guys who I thought were good-looking and had something decent to say in their profile, but I’ve not gotten any responses from those guys. I guess I’m not their type.
Side note: This dating site allows you to rate your level of attractiveness. Some of these fools really have the nerve to say stunningly good-looking.
I mean seriously, “stunningly”? Like damn, you got big ones.
I just put good-looking. I refused to put average and I certainly wasn’t nuts enough to put stunningly good-looking. I’ll let you decide that for yourself potential suitors.
Just wow. These dudes are a trip.
But that’s ok.
I’m restless, I cannot sleep, STILL! If any of you have any good suggestions for insomnia that do not include, NyQuil, child Benadryl, hot baths, orgasm, or sleepy tea (not saying these are bad, these are just the ones that have already been suggested), please let me know.
I had a huge cupcake today, and it was delicious. I was so tired after work yesterday, I did not work out and I had an hour nap. Just an hour. I figured I’d be able to sleep. No.
Still up til nearly two. I haven’t had a solid night’s sleep since last week.
One of my favorite addictions, Kyle Barker has been texting me. And he’s quite a temptation. Usually I stave off that temptation by not shaving and keeping my house a mess, so I’ll be too embarrassed to host him.
One of my good male friends, tells me if I give in now, what will my 11 months of celibacy be good for? What will it have meant?
But at this point, I’m wondering why am I still waiting? I mean, I know why. I want to be in a relationship that’s going somewhere. Wherever somewhere is…
So I’m back to square one.
Food, shopping, self-love, sleepless nights and online flirting.
This sounds horribly sad.
I am a real life Cathy comic.
Speaking of rockin single television women who I root for and love, if yall aren’t watching the Mindy Project, yall are friggin slippin. I LOVVVVE this chick.