I am being the stereotypical writer right now. Sitting at Starbucks with my lap top wearing my reading glasses. Not that I need them at all. I have 20/20 vision. But dammit, they make me feel cool. I would also like to point out that it is almost 8 o’clock on a Friday night. And this is what I’m doing. Welcome to my life.
I am single. So single. But I’m not complaining at all. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to be in a relationship at this point in my life. I’m 23, fresh out of college, trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do after this. See, I still live in a college town. It is a fantasy land. I have in no way entered the “real world” as a lot of my friends have. I decided I wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility and that I wanted to stay here and dick around for awhile. Go me. I forgot to mention that it’s not even the college town that I went to school in. I left that town and moved to a DIFFERENT college town. I have really made it. Be jealous.
One of the first things I got excited about when I moved here was the fact that there would
be a whole new crop of sexy college men at my disposal. Good lord, that was a mistake. Coming to school and meeting new people as an 18 year old freshman is one thing. Coming in as a 23 year old college graduate is a whole ‘nother story. Every guy I have met is either already taken, or a total fucking douche. I’m not kidding. Every. Single. One. Now this obviously doesn’t include the guys that live here that I’ve been friends with since middle school. They are like my brothers and I would never hook up with them. So to me, they don’t even count.
In the 8 months that I’ve lived here, I’ve made my fair share of questionable decisions. Don’t worry. You’ll here all about them in future posts. I just wanted my first post to be a little preview into what you can expect. And you will love it. If not, well then, that’s alright I guess. It just means that you are not as awesome as I am.
I don’t write under my actual name because every thing I write is 100% true. And to tell you the truth, I could tell you who I was and I would not care if you knew all of these stories about me. But I don’t want any of the people I write about to get all embarrassed or upset or whatever. Blah Blah Blah.