So, it's been a while... Not because nothing has happened, but because so much has been going on I haven't had time to write... But it is rainy, my flats are soaked through and I'm stuck at work anyway...
So, my life seemed to finally be on track this summer... It was the summer of my early twenties that I missed because I was in school dutifully studying to become the amazing optometrist I am today... Haha gross exaggeration, every day I don't get fired is a good day! I went to a psychic around May who was pretty spot on about a lot of things and most importantly told me to enjoy the summer, three to five men would be coming into my life. One of them named Bob.
So the weather got nicer and I ran into more and more people out and about. I become pretty good friends with this one girl, we will call Miranda. She was crazy and fun and through her I met a lot of people. It was nice, I finally felt like I belonged. One night when we were out at a bar a couple of her friends joined us- one had a girlfriend who was amazing and was happy to make their acquaintance. The other was a 6'5" tall drink of water... He was prince charming in every sense. So nice, so respectful, just such nice person. I was in like the moment I met him. He, however waas a few years younger and split his time between Oregon and Spain. He invited us all back to his house after the bar and as we pulled up to it, I got out and almost panicked... It was a a 37 bedroom mansion overlooking the ocean. This really was prince charming... We had a great night and he left after the weekend to be home for the fourth of July. I was thankfully invited to his big party that weekend that s at their othernocean estate... It was fun, but I knew hardly anyone, drank way too much, and barely spoke two words to the prince. I was distraught. Especially as his cousin so uninvitingly put the moves on me. My world was over.
A few weeks went by, I got over it in true mermaid fashion. Hung out with friends, drank too much, played a lot of trivia... Life was good again. Until at an after party after polo I was manhandled by what I thought waas another friend and then kicked out of his house for refusing to sleep with him. Thinking back to the psychic, she did say these guys were going to throw themselves at me... I should've paid more attention. Anyways, that situation got cleared up and the rest of the summer was pretty good...
Until I met Bob. Well, his name wasn't really bob, but it started with a B so I'll assume it is who she was referring to. He was tall and cute but young again and an almost ginger... I'm not sure I have posted on this before, but I have a serious fear of gingers. He was nice and funny and I though nothing of it... He was the cousins friend and fun to hang out with. So we hung out.. I took him to a concert downtown, we had beers, it was fun... We made out a bit, I felt like I was 21 again.... And he went Mia... Then he came back and I suggested drinks, he asked to take me to dinner... We had a good meal and headed to the bar for drinks and darts... I made out with him in the bar, in early twenties fashion. He held my hand and opened the car door... And dropped me off. WTF? I'm reliving my twenties here... He is a lot of fun, but ginger is a make or break, I don't expect this to go very far... But the night ended anyway, so I went to bed alone. He left for a week in NoLa and returned for Irene... He picked me up and we drove around town looking for destruction... Other than a power outage, not much had happened... He chopped down some downed trees and moved them out of the road -very manly for a ginger. I was still intrigued... We went back to my place for drinks and then his room ate got a generator and he left... Again what the heck is going on? I had given up on prince charming, I was just looking for a little fun... And it's nice when you can have fun with someone you actually really like to be around... Maybe I'm a jaded, but I was going for drinks, I'm pretty sure he had the same thing in mind... Then why do nice things? I feel like I speak "guy" as well as I speak Spanish. Which is pretty piss poor at best. Bob has since gone Mia... It's sad, but Im not heartbroken, just bored....
I've moved to the mainland, to the ghettos of the city. I am alone but still working hard... And somewhat hopeful. The psychic said nothing of the fall, so I guess I'm on my own for that one... But I hope it all works out in the end... Maybe I'll meet the real Bob. Maybe I'll learn Spanish... I'll leave this year to be a year of maybes
Keep your fingers crossed for funny patients and even funnier boy stories! This post was lame and for that I apologize
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