Oh dear. It has been two whole weeks since I’ve written anything for you with which you can distract yourself from work/life/etc. As I wrote that sentence though, I realized I’ve gone much longer spans of time and either you guys didn’t notice, or you didn’t care. Either one is fine, but it reminds me of the days when I used to blog regularly on Monday’s and Thursday’s. I will eventually come up with a schedule again, but in the meantime, you’ll have to settle for a surprise post once in a while.
Anyway, after The Owl broke up with me, I did what any girl does: I chose not to wallow for more than two days and then go out on dates.
Is what what any normal girl does? I guess I’m not a good judge of these things.
The day of the break up was within 24 hours of my first time donating blood. It was also the day that I went for a 5 mile group run in Chicago with a high school friend and her running club. It was also the day I went to watch the Purdue @ Northwestern football game with Laura, who I hadn’t seen since college. Then the break up happened.
After that, I went home and cried in the shower (is there a better/more all-encompassing way to cry until you dry heave?) I texted about 6 people to let them know, 4 of which called me, two texted me regularly over the next few hours. One – Jason – invited me to dinner with him, his wife, and their friends. I hesitated, but he’s basically my brother and I love the guy. AND his wife. So I got cleaned up, dressed up, and went out with them. I went out after dinner and drank a decent amount. Then I got an uber back to my friends place where she fed me more alcohol, put on The Emperors New Groove, and I cried us both to sleep.
The next day, after I completed a 40 flight charity stair climb (hungover and with a pint less blood than usual,) I re-downloaded Tinder. I set it up with one picture and no blurb. I decided to sit in bed and swipe. Now you may have read before about how I like to “play” Tinder, but I decided to be picky. No longer would I be swiping right to everyone. I was reading blurbs. I was looking at pictures. I was being as choosy as a person can be when basing decisions on 1-5 pictures and about 30 seconds of consideration. I wound up with about 7 matches. All of them messaged me.
I decided to be straight up with all of them. “Just FYI, I am super recently out of a relationship. I’m not looking to date anyone, but I’m 100% NOT looking to hook up. Honestly, I’m just trying to keep myself busy for a few weeks.” Most of them responded positively to this.
Two of them asked me out. So I went. Guy #1 was a friend of a friend and that is literally the only reason I said yes. Well that, and wanting to be less bored. Guy #2 looked like a guy I used to know and seemed oddly familiar, so even though we had no friends in common, I decided to go on the date. Two dates in two days… I was ready. Nervous, but ready.
Guy #1 suggested that we go bowling. And he suggested this super cool place where they have drink service at the lanes and it’s swanky and fun. I had never been there and had a lot of trouble getting there. I had to call him twice to get directions and have him help me figure it out. Finally, when I did and I parked, I realized I only have a minimal idea of what he looked like and that made me almost get back in the car and go home. I wasn’t ready for this.
He was super sweet. He offered to meet me at the elevator lobby. So I sucked it up, but on my big girl pants, and got in the elevator and pushed the lobby button.
And next time, I will write about what happened next…