The Sun will come out tomorrow

So I was sitting at the bar, and this guy comes up to me and says ‘My life stinks.’

Okay. This is great. Well, Joan was right about one thing. The guys I like will not be getting any younger.

So, here I am. With this great guy whose smart, funny, sweet and SWISS. And we like each other. And so what’s the problem?

Well, firstly.. I have never seen his face. And he has never seen mine. So that’s like one of those stupid masquerade masks things where you take off the wretched thing at midnight and OMG!

I should never have done it. I should never have been honest with him. I should’ve done what I did to that weird Indian guy whose conversation I still keep cuz’ it reminds me that men can be horribly desperate. (Which I SHOULD post here soon, cuz’ it’s REALLY good material.)

Well, it’s his fault too cuz’ he is unbearably charming and a GREAT father.

Oh wait. Father? What??!

Yeah. To top it all off, he is a single father, whose great love for his son just makes me want to fall deeper into the stupid rabbit hole.

And we just made a pact not to speak to each other until we can clear our heads and clarify…. something. (I don’t even know why we’re doing it. Seriously.)

OH! And here’s the best part! (Lean closer, people!)

We’ve only known each other for a week! And we’ve already done most of the things couples do. Like fight. And have really opinionated discussions and arguments. And talk about our lives and dreams and shit like that.

Yeah, we’ve fought. Small one as it was, it still symbolised something right? I mean, if this guy was not serious, then why would he yell at me? (Yeah, he started it.)

I think my lack of things to do have made me completely bonkers. What I need to do now is to just clear my head or something.

Or maybe just jump into the pool cuz’ I sure could use a soak right now.