Chapter Two – Bad luck? - Awful luck.

Every year on Valentine’s Day, and I mean EVERY YEAR, I would inevitably stop dating the person I was with. I mean, I would the dating or even “talking” to someone, then something happens. I thought it was because Valentine’s Day is a fake holiday made up by card companies and I sent off this vibe that I hated it and guys picked that up… but now I think it was just because I had bad luck.

This Valentine’s Day my boyfriend, Ray, bought me tickets to see this country singer named Bobby Clifford. I had never heard of him but apparently he was well known in the country world and Ray was into country.

I hated country music, but I didn’t want to discourage him after he already bought the tickets so I decided to have a really nice time with him. I mean, it’s the company that matters, not what you do, right?

It’s Valentine’s Day night, and I’m not exactly sure how these things work, but isn’t Valentine’s Day supposed to be romantic alone time?

Ray’s version of romantic alone time was having nothing to eat before the concert at 7pm (and I’m literally hungry every 3 or 4 hours, like a child), getting picked up by two other couples who were already drunk, and cramming in the back seat of the tinniest Nisan anyone has ever seen. We parked and I walked half a mile in my beautiful new high-heel shoes. That means the fake leather and plastic weren’t broken in yet so I had the gift of blisters.

Once we got there, after we pushed through all the crowds (I hate crowds), I had the wonderful pleasure of sitting next to a couple who were incredibly inappropriate with their hands and then, in the middle of the night, the guy in back of us split beer all over my seat. Of course, I didn’t notice, and I sat down. Yummy. Oh, and did I mention, I broke my phone so I had no way to call anyone in case of an emergency? I was completely trapped.

After we got home, I was hungry, exhausted because I had no sleep the night before, smelt like rotting beer and all I wanted to do was go to bed. But, of course, it was Valentine’s Day and he just paid tons of money to take me to a “great” concert, so we did what most couples do… I’m sure you can fill in the rest.

Then I realized that my womanly gift hadn’t come when it was supposed to. Bad luck? - Awful luck.

"Girl, You're Such A Backstabber and Everybody Knows"

New topic – new week – and I killed a man!!!

Nope…

A friend of mine told me I needed to take more risks. I need to just go out and do something crazy with no reflection on the outcome of the situation.

Do you know what I said in return?

“Unlike you, I have aspirations.”

He’s a great guy but I don’t want to get arrested. I mean… what if I do something illegal and then get arrested. That goes on my permanent record and then it would be impossible for me to find a job.

But jobs aside, why don’t I take risks? Why don’t I just get up one morning and go to the beach? Or go see a movie at midnight by myself? Or sneak into Bush Gardens (a friend of mine did that)?

I would like to blame the men in my life.

I’ve had so many bad experiences with men who love to manipulate women. Men who say they will do something then don’t.

Being in love is a huge risk, a leap of faith. But what do you have faith in? Nothing, it’s so nebulous. I have a group of friends who have a hard time finding true love. They might date, or they might not, but they are looking (not very diligently) for a soul mate or one true love.

They think I’m the expert in love and relationships because… well, I don’t really know why.

Maybe it’s because I read a lot of books and boys don’t usually scare me. (Unless, of course, they have “douche” written all over them… then I stay far far away.)

Honestly, I think I will talk about love this week.

What to look for?
What not to look for?
What does looking entail exactly?
Why do we have such high expectations?
Why is it so hard for girls in their early 20’s, who didn’t really date in high school or college because they were focusing on their studies, to get a simple date?

All of these questions will not be answered in the least, but I will talk about my experiences with all of these…

I hope you enjoy the next week, and please comment… I love comments!!!