Moving

I have so much I want to write about today. I don't even know where to begin. For the sake of keeping this short, I will write only about my evening. I just spent the entire night going through my ex-boyfriend and my things to determine who will be keeping what. Ten spatulas and 35 forks later, I am left feeling totally exhausted and well, sad. It's never easy to say goodbye to something that was at one time so wonderful. He's asleep and I am sitting here thinking, Oh my God this is really it! I'm not sure what I had imagined our last night being together would be like, but now that I'm actually here in the moment it is much sadder than I had pictured. I think perhaps I had romanticized it in my mind. Maybe in a way I had hoped we'd spend our last hanging out and being friends like we used to be. It's so strange how a house full of so many things can somehow feel so empty.

I will write more soon, but I am going to be moving the next couple of days, and he owns the computer so I'm S.O.L. there. Sniff Sniff. Goodbye my Blogger and Myspace friends. Hold on to the memories and I will miss you while I am wondering around aimlessly without my daily cyber fix.

Bar Flies, Fly Away

I've decided I'm sick of all men that I meet thinking either A. "I need a boyfriend right away, " or B. "I am just looking for a guy to take me home after the bar." One of my good friends had a very valid point which was, "Do you think you will actually find your future husband at the bar?" My answer was clearly, "No." However, when you don't want to go home because you are still living with your ex, or feel pathetic because you are all alone, the bar is a great place to go. I have many subjects on which to touch upon here, but for the sake of keeping it short, I am going to focus on one of the many issues with going to the bar single. My first is going to be this, why do all guys that I talk to think that I want to immediately hang out after the bar? I want a guy who just wants my number so that he can arrange a better time to get to know me as a person. That guy will shake my hand tell me it was nice to meet me and leave it at that. He doesn't invite me to breakfast, or even worse an after party. I am talking about respect here. Respect a woman and she will have respect for you. Don't assume that I am a whore and looking to hook up with random guys at the bar, just because I let you buy me a drink. So guys, save your money at the bar and buy a girl something meaningful like a movie ticket or dinner and get to know her as an individual. You will earn her respect and lay the grounds for a relationship that can truly be prosperous and successful.

Getting Used to the Single Life

So it's been a few weeks and I am starting to miss a few things. I miss going out to dinner, the movies, cuddling on the couch and having an excuse when a guy I am totally not interested in asks me out. I'm not saying I hate it, but it is just strange not having someone to bring to my few and far between engagements. For tonight I have decided to rent the most girly movies I could find and eat fried, not baked, chips, and chocolate while I tear up when the romantic comedies I have decided to torture myself with live happily ever after.

Following My Heart

I haven't written in a while. So much has been happening in my life. I've decided to end my two year relationship to my adoring, kind and caring boyfriend and listen to my heart. I just feel like something in my life is missing and I have to find it before I say "I do" to another. I ignored this voice the first time I got married and I ended up losing everything and having to start my whole life over. And so the stories of the single life will soon begin as I start my newly single life in my own apartment (I'm moving on 28th) and search to find what I'm missing in my life. It hurts like hell, but I know that I am following my heart. "To thine own self be true." I'm sure I will be writing a lot more often when I'm sitting at home on a Friday night eating Chinese take out wondering what the hell I've done and searching for the answer to is it true there's only one soulmate out there for each of us?