Hell hath no furry like a women scorned....
It's hard enough to be single at my age. What age is that you ask? I recently had a birthday and turned 25-30. That's my Hollywood age in case you are confused. No really, I turned 28... again. I am at the age where all of my friends back home are married, or engaged to be married... mostly with children. Cute, cute f@$%ing children. I am no where near that stage in my life. It makes most people I know very confused as to how this is possible. I think this summer when I go home to Montana for yet another wedding, I will be wearing a fake wedding ring just to avoid the statement that consistently makes a mockery out of me- "I figured you of all people would be married to an amazing man by now Veronica." If I have to explain that I just haven't met the right guy yet and I am unwilling to settle one more time, I am buying a gun!! Not to mention that- I am pretty sure my parents are honestly preparing themselves for the day I come home and say "I'm Gay." Unfortunately, I wish it was that simple.
Last night, I had a second date with someone I have a deeper relationship with then just a random gentleman suitor. I thought he and I were friends. I met him a year ago and when he was visiting Los Angeles and we kept in touch. He recently moved out here and I have been thrilled to have him in my city. Mainly because I thought he was a great person. With absolutely NO expectations on the table we went out last weekend and the chemistry was great. We texted and spoke this week and he asked me out again. We even spoke (not texted) in the afternoon yesterday about what we were going to do and when we were going to meet up. I had another guy ask me out yesterday but I declined because I was looking forward to the date I had. My date was going to call me when he got out of the shower and we would hook up. So, I start getting ready. As I am curling my hair and picking out what to wear I look over and its getting on 8:30... no call. I am finishing up look over at the clock and it's 9:15.... no call. As the episode of Lost that I am watching starts to get extremely convoluted so does my perception of the situation. I shoot him a call at 9:30 to see if maybe I needs to bail him out of jail or if his apartment had caught on fire. My call is forwarded to voice mail... Are you kidding me?!? Wow, Okay.. deep breath. Is this guy really standing me up? Initially I am pissed... my mind is filled with visions of murder. However, I have been to jail and it is the absolute worst place ever!!!! In fact, that is one of my main goals in life- Avoid going back to jail- AT ALL COSTS! Shortly after the delusions of murder subside, the "what's wrong with me" wave sets in. But the thing is, nothing is wrong with me in this situation. I am a great girl. I am fun, pretty, laid back and independent. I am truly at a loss. I feel pretty shitty about this situation but I will get over it because one thing is certain... guys are like buses in this city wait 15 minutes and another comes along. However, sometimes they are really like buses in this city, you can be all dressed up ready to go and the buss never show, so you waist 20 bucks on a f@%$ing cab.
In the end I salvaged my night and went out with a buddy. He scooped me up and bought me seasoned french fries with ranch. Those made me feel better.
