a christmas party
the weather outside was frightful – ok, meghan, it was rainy and 45 degrees, but still – so i did NOT make it to miss stacy’s graduation fest over in chesapeake. the only downer to a nice evening. i only chair danced as the line dancing train left me in the station a loooooooong looooong time ago.
side note: i do have at least one OR crush – one of the parties hosts 😉 – who is married so my love, like most of my love, remains unrequited – anyway, lots of folks there, lots of fun, the rowing club has a holiday shindig this year which i want to hit, so i am feeling happy and fabulous and festive still! BUT, the other downer of the evening was that the gentlemen friend i had a budding little thing with essentially sent all the signals that – after one date – i am “the booty call girl*”. great. i mean, whatever, thats probably fine with me too, but just how did i get over in that column so dang quick? i’m going to keep myself from spewing out in that direction at the moment, by the end of that day i may have posted a rant about dating (again), but writing it out seems so self-indulgent and self-pitying, then i come around to well no wonder noone would wanna date me in day light hours because i am a) annoying and b) insane and c) <insert self-deprecating insult here>.
so! back to christmas!!!
*that’s booty-call <space> girl NOT booty <space> call girl. just want to be clear. niether of those bu-t-ts are mine in case you are wondering.
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