Duke sucks
You should be so proud of me. You know that screenplay I'm working on? I managed to write 'Duke sucks' into it. I didn't really plan it, it just happened. I was pretty pleased with myself. Turns out, one of my villains is a Duke fan, so the heroine has to point out the obvious.
On another note, I have recently learned that my friends with significant others seem to enjoy the fact that I am single. I think it's a twofold sort of enjoyment. When I'm miserable, they can be smugly hopeful, with lots of "you'll find him" type comments, despite the fact that I have been on the worst dates you could possibly imagine. Oh the tales I could tell you. But I think the part for them that's even more fun is the part where I regale them with tales of my latest attempts to get some, all of which have been fruitless. I don't really plan to entertain them with my misadventures. It just happens. How would I know that the cute bartender would move in to the apartment next door to my office? How would I know that the hot security guy who gave me his phone number a year ago and then never called me back would turn up again? That he would regale me with the story of how he got stabbed multiple times and now has a bunch of scars? (It's gross and weird, but for some reason, scars are hot.) That the guy who invited me to spend a weekend with him would hook up with the cougar next door? That I would give the hot Czech my phone number and forget a digit? (Oops, kind of shot myself in the foot with that one). That I have to find any and every excuse to talk to/touch/meet whichever hot guy crosses my path? I don't plan these things. I just really want to get laid.
On another less jovial note, I got an invite for a holiday party at my non-profit job. It said "for everyone and their significant other". Great. Awesome. Apparently, I'm the only one without the S.O. Thanks for the reminder. I know they mean well, but it still sucks. I thought I would be dodging holiday party awkwardness this year. Guess not.
Anyway, hope things are well.
On another note, I have recently learned that my friends with significant others seem to enjoy the fact that I am single. I think it's a twofold sort of enjoyment. When I'm miserable, they can be smugly hopeful, with lots of "you'll find him" type comments, despite the fact that I have been on the worst dates you could possibly imagine. Oh the tales I could tell you. But I think the part for them that's even more fun is the part where I regale them with tales of my latest attempts to get some, all of which have been fruitless. I don't really plan to entertain them with my misadventures. It just happens. How would I know that the cute bartender would move in to the apartment next door to my office? How would I know that the hot security guy who gave me his phone number a year ago and then never called me back would turn up again? That he would regale me with the story of how he got stabbed multiple times and now has a bunch of scars? (It's gross and weird, but for some reason, scars are hot.) That the guy who invited me to spend a weekend with him would hook up with the cougar next door? That I would give the hot Czech my phone number and forget a digit? (Oops, kind of shot myself in the foot with that one). That I have to find any and every excuse to talk to/touch/meet whichever hot guy crosses my path? I don't plan these things. I just really want to get laid.
On another less jovial note, I got an invite for a holiday party at my non-profit job. It said "for everyone and their significant other". Great. Awesome. Apparently, I'm the only one without the S.O. Thanks for the reminder. I know they mean well, but it still sucks. I thought I would be dodging holiday party awkwardness this year. Guess not.
Anyway, hope things are well.
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