Insomnia

I've been lax of late. Work has actually started picking up and with the whole buying a house thing, I haven't had much time to blog.

But hey, it's 1:38 in the morning on a Tuesday and I can't sleep. It might have something to do with the nap I took at 7pm and then being woken up by my beeping phone. So yeah.

Anyway, I've sort of given up on The Frat Boy. I realized the other day that he really has no romantic feelings for me whatsoever. As he's said about another girl, "There's just something missing." I suppose I'm mourning the loss, but in reality, I need to let him go. I'm killing myself trying to prove to him that I can be the best girlfriend ever. I do my best to look hot every time I see him, I cook for him, I organize his freaking birthday party, I listen intently when he's rambling on and on and on (and on) about commercial real estate. I cried about him on Saturday. We were at CY's place and it was painfully, embarrassingly obvious that he didn't want to be with me. The couples were all cuddling on the couch and there we were, barely touching shoulders 'cause there was no more room. Um, yeah. I was upset.

On top of all that, I was ditched by the Cigar Aficionado on Sunday night. He called on Saturday and we talked about going out for dinner. So at around 6pm, I got dressed and dolled up and put make up on. And called him to find out the plan. Well, he called back and said that he was going out with his roommate instead. No invitation for me to join them. I was so pissed. I ripped him a new one. He sent an email later on groveling and wanting to make plans for the following weekend. Here's what I said:

Well thanks for the email, I appreciate it. Sorry I flipped out...that is just my biggest pet peeve, next to when people take phone calls or text when I'm face to face with them. I feel like my time is valuable and so are my friends' time, so I act accordingly. I don't mind if you cancel...just not an hour before I expect to leave for dinner and I'm already dressed and have make up on. I actually said no to a dinner invitation because I thought I had plans with you. On top of that, the lady that was going to look at my house was a retard and didn't realize that this is a townhouse and not a house house. She drove up and didn't even come in to look at it. I was pissed, considering I waited at home for her. So it was just a day of people being disrespectful of my time and I fucking hate that.

Anyway, I'm over it.

Hope you had fun with Brad.

Cheers,
Kate

It was just not a pleasant weekend overall. So Kate's back on the saddle. And maybe we'll have some interesting entries from now on.

The new prospects:
1) The Dream Boy - his profile is freaking perfect. Clever, witty, funny. And his picture is of him laughing uproariously! Gotta love that. The only zinger is that he's 38. And never been married. And doesn't want to have kids. Hm. I guess we'll see.
2) The Indie Rocker Boy - he referenced bands on his profile that I had never heard of. I admitted to him that I like Hanson. I hope that doesn't turn him off.
3) The Lean Cuisine Boy - This guy I've been out on a date with. We went to Cabo Fish Taco last week. He's an interesting character. He admitted to me that in the last year, he's lost 90 pounds. An amazing accomplishment, really. But he's got that air about him - the "I used to be fat, so I don't really know what to do with my new body" air. And I kind of like my boys a bit cocky and confident. Damn it. Why?!