My Marriage Is Boring, and I Like It That Way
When It’s Your Husband’s Job to Kiss Another Woman
Marriage, According to the Bible: 6 Game-Changing Truths Revealed
Forget Mommy & Me, I'm Signing Up for Mommy Speed Dating
Some of My Best Friends Are Women, and My Wife Is Cool with That
No Friends of the Opposite Sex If You're Married
I’m Tired of Being the Divorced Dad
Feeling Unloved: Coping with Abandonment Issues Dating Tips
5 Signs that He’s Keeping Your Relationship a Secret
My Man Doesn’t Have to Be My Best Friend
The Intimidation Factor: Men Are Afraid to Date Me
What Happens When You Date Someone Fresh Out of a Relationship
My Resting Bitch Face Doesn’t Mean I’m a Bitch
He Said I Wasn’t Marriage Material
Then, almost immediately, her and the original target start having inside conversations and stop paying attention to whatever I say. The tall, lanky one is too far away to talk with, so I’m just kind of left there. I attempt to interject with ‘man, must be some conversation, are you guys fighting?’ Then, the original target looks at me and is like ‘we’re talking about her wedding.’ And I blink, “Oh yeah? Which one…who’d she get married to?” Then she responds, in an almost shrill tone “Her fiance.” I make a mistake “Since he’s her husband now, and we’re talking about him in the present, do we say she married her husband, or is it still fiance?” She repeats herself. Mentally, I tell myself that I hate the sexual marketplace, it’s bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. I accept defeat soon enough and just eject.
I talk with a few other friends for awhile, internally pissed off that even froggies act like they’re better than me. But, I just deal with it.
As I’m talking with my friends, this one girl walks by. So, background info — on NYE I got blackout drunk, so the hours of 7-12 are a blank to me. Apparently during those hours, I drunk-texted/dialed her. So, when she sees me she’s like ‘hey did you text me? I couldn’t tell what you were texting!” And I’m not quite out of my funk, so I’m like “oh, I was just texting my undying love for you. It’s cool.” She nods, kinda grinning “Oh. Cool!”
Internally I melt down, so when a friend asks if I want to go play some pool across the street, I accept. I play a game. During the game, I tell myself to get my ass back to the crowded pub and DO. SOMETHING. Just anything. I pump myself up — the plan’s simple, just to go there and tell three girls that I love them. Ha. That’s where I was.
So, when I finally lose at pool and my other friend steps in to play, I leave them behind and set out on that mission.
When It’s Your Husband’s Job to Kiss Another Woman
Marriage, According to the Bible: 6 Game-Changing Truths Revealed
Forget Mommy & Me, I'm Signing Up for Mommy Speed Dating
Some of My Best Friends Are Women, and My Wife Is Cool with That
No Friends of the Opposite Sex If You're Married
I’m Tired of Being the Divorced Dad
Feeling Unloved: Coping with Abandonment Issues Dating Tips
5 Signs that He’s Keeping Your Relationship a Secret
My Man Doesn’t Have to Be My Best Friend
The Intimidation Factor: Men Are Afraid to Date Me
What Happens When You Date Someone Fresh Out of a Relationship
My Resting Bitch Face Doesn’t Mean I’m a Bitch
He Said I Wasn’t Marriage Material
Then, almost immediately, her and the original target start having inside conversations and stop paying attention to whatever I say. The tall, lanky one is too far away to talk with, so I’m just kind of left there. I attempt to interject with ‘man, must be some conversation, are you guys fighting?’ Then, the original target looks at me and is like ‘we’re talking about her wedding.’ And I blink, “Oh yeah? Which one…who’d she get married to?” Then she responds, in an almost shrill tone “Her fiance.” I make a mistake “Since he’s her husband now, and we’re talking about him in the present, do we say she married her husband, or is it still fiance?” She repeats herself. Mentally, I tell myself that I hate the sexual marketplace, it’s bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. I accept defeat soon enough and just eject.
I talk with a few other friends for awhile, internally pissed off that even froggies act like they’re better than me. But, I just deal with it.
As I’m talking with my friends, this one girl walks by. So, background info — on NYE I got blackout drunk, so the hours of 7-12 are a blank to me. Apparently during those hours, I drunk-texted/dialed her. So, when she sees me she’s like ‘hey did you text me? I couldn’t tell what you were texting!” And I’m not quite out of my funk, so I’m like “oh, I was just texting my undying love for you. It’s cool.” She nods, kinda grinning “Oh. Cool!”
Internally I melt down, so when a friend asks if I want to go play some pool across the street, I accept. I play a game. During the game, I tell myself to get my ass back to the crowded pub and DO. SOMETHING. Just anything. I pump myself up — the plan’s simple, just to go there and tell three girls that I love them. Ha. That’s where I was.
So, when I finally lose at pool and my other friend steps in to play, I leave them behind and set out on that mission.