Let’s do a year in review: Jobs applied for: 100, Dates been on: 400, Alcohol beverages consumed: 2000 and oddly enough I’m doing v.v.v.g
Since a full recap of 2011 and third of 2012 seems overwhelming we’ll just sum it up with “more of the same.” If you read my last blog post and the last 1.3 years has been more of the same, well then you can imagine how unhappy my liver is. I have the same job, I have now officially dated every jewish man in boston, i have threatened to move to new york 1000 times and thanks to this year’s new years resolutions I am having the time of my life.
About 2 months ago I decided enough was enough and I had the power to make me happy. And do you know what? It turns out I do. The cynical sarcastic person of days of yore is gone and replaced with a smiley happy upbeat orange wearing do gooder. I joined a jewish networking group where I’ve made amazing girl friends, I work out a minimum of 3 days a week and get this, I became a morning work out person. I know, who would have thought. I mean i’m such a bitch in the mornings that my colleague who used to have to travel to ohio with me on a 6am flight wouldn’t speak to me until we landed 3 hours later AND i had made the trip to starbucks. That’s bad, that’s cross continental bitchiness bad. But yet i’m somehow i’m sunshine and smiles and puppies 3 mornings a week.
See 2 months ago i made an important decision: I love boston and I’m not leaving, so my dating life can suck it cuz it’s just going to have to make due with what boston has to offer. I’m not moving to new york, because I DON’T WANT TO. Did you hear that world, I finally made a decision.
So in making this decision, I’ve also decided I don’t give a shit about my job. I love it, I hate it, I love it, I don’t care, I hate it, I want to quit, I’m mediocre at best and so on. I spend so much time trying to find the meaning of life in what my job means to me, i’ve neglected investing in non-work related activities that could actually be meaningful. And hence the last 2 months were born. I joined all these groups, I go on girl dates, I go on boy dates. Turns out girls like me a lot more than boys, too bad i’m not a lesbian. When i strike up a convo with a girl at an event and we click, it almost always leads to coffee, brunch, workout, etc. With boys, I’m still a work in progress. I just think my slightly sarcastic dry sense of humor is funny to girls and neurotic unfriendly and cynical to guys. Note to self: seem less weird.
But i have two dates this week, both with fantastic stories, so i’ll keep you posted