Beer Goggles

So, yesterday was pretty interesting. I took a drive back with a cute guy I met a while back. Long story short: he was interested, I wasn't single, my friend took him home instead. While him and I are still friends, he doesn't talk to her anymore and she's all pissy. Anyway, what do you expect when you take a guy home, he won't be your boyfriend. Anyway, he offered me a drive back from my Mom's on Sunday. I did not tell my friend. I feel terrible for lying, but at the same time it's just a drive (his friends were in the car too) not a freakin' date! 

So he pulls in my Mom's and immediately my dog loves him. He meets my mom who coincidently standing outside. Charming & polite guy. Anyway, so I scooch in the back seat, look over and his friend has a bunch of Alpine Beer cans, and is drinking one. So I think... whatever, not my car! As long as the driver isn't drinking.... So about 3 minutes after we leave the front passenger offers me to switch place with him. We do. 

I look over at the driver, and he's got an open can of Alpine between his legs! I am in shock. SEriously in this day and age I thought people were smarter than to actually drink while driving. The guy wasn't drunk... but it's still illegal to do both things at once! Anyway, I made a light remark about it and offered to drive. Luckily, he let me. So he drank while I drove. 

We're chatting away, and out of nowheres a female deer jumps right in front of the car. I slammed the breaks, swerved, and managed to avoid her by about 4 feet. Close call. My heart was pounding. I know that if he would've been driving he would've probably hit her. 

Needless to say, I have lost all respect for this boy. I don't want to ever see him again. The worst is that I am not mad, but I am extremely disappointed in him. I thought that he had a good head on his shoulders... and wouldn't do something so stupid. Wait 2 hours, then drink when you get home... frig. I won't tell my friend what happened. It's a good thing that neither one of us dated this loser with a good country boy cover. 

Purple suede sky-high pumps

So, it's been a few days. Let's just say that things have been A LOT easier than they were last time. I keep myself occupied with schoolwork and outings with friends. I am visiting my mother this weekend and it has been a great opportunity to get re-acquainted with people lost in the shuffle of a serious relationship.

So, I did what any normal, 22 year old social girl would do; I went out! I did the dance bar on Wednesday night, the Pub on Thursday, and the Cowboy bar last night. All three nights went rather well, no drama ensued.

Thursday night's outing was random. No plans to go out were made prior but me and my friend decided on a whim that our retinaes could use some nice sights. I ended up going in jeans, a t-shirt, and my glasses. I got a couple of compliments on the glasses, and even got hit on by some Quebecers. Ok, so maybe they were just mesmerised that I am actually french. Still, one of them was cute and asked for my number. I have 0 hopes of him calling, just for the record! ha.

Last night at the cowboy bar was interesting.... every time I go it's like a high school reunion. To the point where a former football player, labelled pretty hot back in the day made his move on me. Now before I flatter myself I thought of how drunk he was (and I was not - DD last night). So I guess he's got quite the reputation, and frankly why would I want to go out with a guy that purposely failed a year to play another year of high school football?(true story!!) uhh yeah - I'm a smart girl, with a BA under her belt... why would I date a loser like that.

Today's shoes were inspired by the clubbing... gotta wear chic shoes!

Black Pumps

Wow! A first entry. Losing my blog virginity... somewhat. I have blogged before, but it was never under a pseudonym. I heard this is healthy. I always imagined what this would be like. The excitment of being anonymous. I am going to write as many details about me that I can, while remaining anonymous. I guess this will be myself entertaining myself with witty banter, a place to recount my adventures with the opposite sex.

I appropriately titled my post black pumps. Why? Because black pumps are usually plain, safe, and comfortable. Which sums up my last relationship. We were friends prior for 2 years... and then decided to jump on the dating band wagon. Why? Well maybe I was sick of being lonely, and I felt like I had found a male that had common sense, and shared same values. Boy, was I wrong.

I remember being about a month in, and thinking it was a mistake. To be honest, I wasn't all that attracted to him physically, and I thought I could overcome it. I did eventually, but I saw every flaw, over and over again... which isn't how relationships are supposed to be.

I broke up with him about a month ago. It felt right for about two weeks. Then I caved and went back with him. While we were apart he sent me long emails, flowers, basically sung me the song I'd been longing to hear, thinking it would fix our problems. I took him back.

Yesterday, a mere 24 hours ago. I find myself wearing the same black pumps.