I'm going to do a bit of a rundown from the weekend but it's not going to be the best quality. I'm tired and have the hangover of a migraine hanging over my head. I almost called in to work today but I resisted. By noon today I very good and well might be asking myself exactly why I resisted.
To get it out of the way, this is how the coffee date went--Okay. Yes, that's my feedback. It went okay. He was an okay guy. He'd probably be a really good try but since I've been told lately I cut people short too quickly I'm going to go out with him again. He's tall and kind of funny. He doesn't talk much, though, which makes me grow incredibly tired of my own voice in a near record time. He kept saying I was shy because I didn't want to hold this long deep into each other's eyes gaze. I'm sorry. I just wasn't that comfortable around this stranger. His staring basically burned a hole into my already pounding head. I drank one cup of coffee which is officially one more cup of coffee then I've drank in forever. He drank an iced coffee the size of my head. Like I said, it was okay and he convinced me to give him a hug when we parted ways. He's been texting me on a pretty darn regular basis...and by regular I mean starting to get annoying. Again I go back to am I really ready to do this whole serious dating thing when a guy texting me is enough for me to be like "OMG PLEASE LEAVE me ALONE". I think the date can be summed up in a convo just held by me and belle:
Belle: how did the date go?
me: Meh. lol
Belle: lol...
me: he was okay. I'm just really harsh
Belle: cause he isn't what you want
me: exactly
me: however, someday my prince will come
Belle: i agree with you there!
My mom wants to set me up with a guy my dad works with and, prepare yourself, I told her to go ahead. Hell, what've I got to lose? Want me to go out on a date with someone--sure, why not, let's roll.
On to more of the weekend...I had a migraine that medicine barely touched the entire weekend. It's lingering today but has faded to just a dull thud. It made having to talk and go to a birthday party a serious pain.
...is it 5 o'clock yet?
Oh, since I started my lose 40 pounds thing I've lost 8. That's 8 pounds, 1 week. Saying I still have to lose 32 pounds in 51 weeks is a lot easier to stomach than 40 for some reason. I've been working out like a mad woman and plan on keeping it up.
Encouraging words and quick migraine cures in comments.
Monday, May 18, 2009
coffee tea or me?
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Tea before bed, You all night, the Coffee to make it through tomorrow. That's not a hard riddle to figure out.
Oh VoR...How I've missed thee.
Kind words.
Drugs.
This morning I'm a bit hungover from too much working on my house this weekend. I'll stop by again when I have more energy.
NoR: You need to take it easy. I know working on the house is important but...yeah, take it easy woman.
OK, I took a nap on my floor at lunchtime, so I feel a little better. I just get started and I can't stop! It's left over from my younger days - I used to be able to do it ALL and ALL the time. Now, I pay the price. So I have to force myself to relax. Which I'm not good at.
Oh wait, I was supposed to be providing encouragement to you. I hope you feel better!!!
Oh, that's what I wanted to say. What you have to do girl is learn to listen to what you feel. I mean, why go on another coffee date if you already know it won't work??
I completely identify with what you're doing, whcih is why I can harass you for it.
Pamela: I'm glad you're feeling some better. You'll learn, I'm sure.
Also, you're probably right. I just really don't know how to tell a guy "this..just isn't going to work".
I understand what you're saying. There's that fine line between writing someone off too easily, and dragging something out to long. Sometimes it's hard to trust your instincts.
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