Running into your ex creates confusion and it’s hard to figure out what you’re thinking.
I lost track a while ago, but I think that I’ve been at home for ten weeks now. It might be twelve, but that depends on whether I’m off by two weeks or not. What I’m sure of is that I’ve been home for far too long.
On Wednesday, the student I tutor and I went to the AGO. It’s free to go on Wednesday evenings between 6 and 9 pm. I wanted to try something different with him because he really doesn’t like doing his school work. I’m glad we went because he was excited by the spiralling staircase, that we… Continue reading Day 8 of 30
Not too long ago, I received a text message from a woman telling me that I come across as apathetic and rude over text messages. I happened to look at my phone during recess while waiting to use the toilet so I didn’t have the time or the attention to care much about what she had to say.
Dreamlover by Mariah Carey is my favourite song of all time. I hope you took the ~4 minutes to watch and enjoy the music video above, in all its 90s R&B, synchronised dancing in a field glory.
The worst part is that you have hope this time. I like hope. I like hope in the way that Red, from The Shawshank Redemption, doesn’t. I think that if you aren’t willing to try for nothin’, nothin’ ain’t ever goin’ happen. But, take this from a man who always has a well-stocked refrigerator before he makes… Continue reading It Was a Terrible Second Date
It hit me last night when I caught myself looking at pictures of ex-girlfriends. As if remembering the tragedy of failed relationships will somehow bring my current outlook on life into sharper focus, I turn to the photos of smiling women who I once thought of spending my future with. Maybe it’s the memory of… Continue reading A Healthy Social Life Alone?
Every now and then I get dating advice from married men. They get curious about what dating is like these days, or they just want to show some interest in my life. I think.
My aunt died at her ex-husband’s funeral, just over a week ago. I don’t know many of the details, but I gather that she suffered a heart attack while at the funeral. It happened on a Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday evening my immediate family was gathered in my one-bedroom apartment.
About three weeks ago, I went on a fourth! – that I got that far should be cause for celebration – date with a woman who I quite liked. She is nice, smart, and caring. If I were to date someone, she’s a really good candidate. Except, at some point during dinner she asked if… Continue reading I’m Not Ready to Date