My Apologies...

Hey Jude~

My apologies...as I have not blogged for quite some time. Much to tell....as I sit in an over heated train car, with one Stoli soda digesting in my belly...I start to think about the 'Irish'. This relationship has been slinging around for over 3 months...and I still 'feel' for the kid. Amazing...perhaps its because I'm not reading into our situation. I have grown accustomed to communicating with various interests...not tying myself or obsessing about one little tasty morsel. I went on a 'one & done' date about a month ago. Yikes...guess he didn't fall for the 'black out' gal. Oooppss...shall I take the '2 drink max' rule into consideration? What fun could that be? Or the 'wait 3 months' rule? How about the 3 hours, 3 cocktails, or 3 meals rule??? Bwahaha...it does happen even to the best of us! He was extra 'Vanilla' anyway...probably why I drank too much, tried to entertain myself, not worth it...no thank you!

Let's back track...just a few weeks...

I managed to re-connect with a gentleman I met about 10 years ago...we will call him 'Big Daddy'. “BD” is kind of a Big Deal. He's much older than me, and I appreciate a man that possesses true gentlemanly manners. He calls when he says he will call, picks me up, and drives me where I need to go. But I'm not certain this can or will develop into anything besides companionship, at his convenience. This may very well be exactly what we are both looking for. On our first date, he took me out for breakfast…his driver opened the door for me, “BD” escorted me out of the vehicle, and we proceeded to the entrance of the restaurant. He opened the door for me, and as soon as we walked in, I felt like arm candy for the first time in my life! Sweet bejebus...I’m not too sure I could grow accustomed to that lifestyle…

Let's introduce you to Douchy McDouche Bag. He was able to obtain my digits while I was having a date night with Mr. Stoli & Mr. Jameson! Let me just tell you...when those two & I mingle...it's a threesome of debauchery! “DMB” lives out of state...and reminds me of a scumbag used car salesman! His lines were straight out of “Fast Times From Ridgemont High”...remember the Douche that Phoebe Cates was with??? Glad that turned into an emotionless texting bullshit Nada yada Nada! He finally got the hint when I text...'leave me alone...we are done here'...hasta...for...ever!!!!

That's all I have to report... for now...