I’m in a bit of a funk. Well, I was. I think I’m over it now (I think, hopefully). I went on a date with Randy (is that what I named him? Really?). I mean, free food is enough of a reason for me to go on a date with someone (is that pathetic? At least I’m honest). Since the date we’ve been texting/calling. But, just before the date I had a major meltdown. I actually called my ex and basically told him that he is to blame for me having to date again. I got myself pulled together enough to enjoy dinner and coffee with Randy. I have a feeling that he could sense my hesitancy. Maybe not. I don’t know.
I kinda sorta wish that Ted were available for more than weekly hanky panky. He’s got a good career. He’s a good dad. He owns a home. He cares about people… Who know though, maybe we’d not get along at all other than in the sex arena.
Bunch of unproductive dating going on these days… Well, not a bunch. The dating I’ve done though just isn’t happening.
I’m tired. I’m going home. Eff this working crap.