Sunday, April 14, 2013

I don't want him...but....

I'm absolutely positive I missed the memo on sharing as a child.  The "Once I put down a toy, it's still mine" mentality has spilled over to my grown-up life lately.  No, I don't want to be in a relationship with him...but that doesn't mean I want anyone else to have him either.

Take Jon for instance.  I don't want him anymore.  He smokes (ew), he's overweight and unhealthy (yes, I'm picky), he eats disgusting food (packaged everything - it's called a veggie, try it!).  He's ignorant of all current events unless they involve an ATV or some reality television show and his spelling is equal to that of grade three.

But he let it slip that he had a girlfriend and I'm assuming it's the girl (I think it was a girl) that I saw him in the bar with last week.  Here's the thing, there's a term I use called "Saint John Special".  In all my travels, there is a special group that exists in SJ that just cannot be explained.  Maybe it's the water/air combo combined with some syndrome? I don't know - but it's SJ Special.  I'd use that term on this chick...

So now I'm thinking - why did I date Jon?  Oh right, because he was a self-confidence booster.  I was feeling low after the whole D-explosion fiasco + Justin being on campus I dated him.

I have a lot to learn, don't I? 

Hindsight is most definitely 20/20 but really...why didn't my mom send me to pre-school? I could have benefited from a few lessons in "Once you disgard the toy, someone else can pick it up

Thanks Mommy!

Thankfully, I did what every smart girl does.  I went out, got blottered drunk and went home with a friend(ish) only to wake up in the morning going "that was really dumb"...let's not do that again - and threw myself into an exercise routine that would make a body builder cry. 

The best way to get over a man is to make his jaw drop and him fantasize over your ass as you leave him in the dirt.

My grad pics are going to be HOT!

Salut blog-world!