Tuesday marks 2 months back in the Bay. On paper that seems like a pretty insignificant amount of time, but it feels like forever since I was in New York. Every time I see a NY skyline on tv I get all glassy-eyed and I call out the location. SIGH. Why’d I leave? Just kidding, I skipped winter—they’re out there suffering in single-digit weather and blizzards. I still miss NY, but I’m not sad about this pathetic excuse of a Cali winter. I win.
My contract at work ends this week. I can’t tell if they’re going to keep me on or not. I won’t take it personally if I don’t get a full-time offer. I’ve been trying to analyze the business and I’m not convinced that there is a need for the position I applied for. However I could be wrong, if all goes well I will sign on the dotted line and hunt for an apartment a minute after. On the safe side I have 2 interviews lined up this week because a girl needs back-up plans. #Options. Also, I like using them as leverage against each other. If only dating could work out just as strategic for me…
Between my 3 potential opportunities I expect to be back living in the city by the end of next month. I HOPE. Commuting during the week cuts out 4 hours of my day and exhausts me. On the weekends I still end up in the city and return home anywhere between 3-5 am. I’m not meant to live where public transportation runs so infrequently and I can’t just walk to get coffee. OK, BUT I WON’T LIE… The free rent aspect makes my living situation quite bearable, for the meantime.
Last weekend my girl Melissa and I were on fire. Well, she’s always on fire. She could walk into church on Sunday and men would still holler. I believe I have a much less powerful immediate presence, but the universe insisted on throwing dudes at me the entire weekend. I even gave one my number. He did everything right. He texted me with his name, that it was nice meeting me and a significant funny line regarding our conversation. I never responded. Abby asked me why I even bother giving my number out to men if I’m not going to respond. My response was easy: “I want the time to decide and reserve the right to be in touch if I choose to be.” In reality I actually ignore a majority of these texts. I admitted to Melissa that if the same situation happened in New York I probably would’ve texted this particular guy back—but I’m not ready yet. Apparently the super lonely social butterfly over here is not yet ready to dive back into the dating pool. I believe that even if a man fell from the sky I would question it. I wouldn’t give him the chance to find out if he was worth it. Sure, it sounds like a sad thought, but I actually feel liberated by my revelation. Lonely as fuck and still not ready to date... #Priorities #Job #Home
+100 character building points for me.