Dusting off the cobwebs

Ok, so I started this blog, had fun with it for a few weeks and then....well, I pretty much spaced it off.

But lately I've been doing some writing again - if you count message board posts as "writing" - and I decided it was time to re-open the blog.

First, a quick update.

The guy from the date, the one with the mental issues? Boy, I sure called that one. He is certifiable. Luckily, he took me seriously when I suggested he go back to his psychiatrist and, from what I know, he is now medicated again. He's still a jerk and I rarely talk to him but at least he's on (legal) drugs.

I wasted two months on Psycho Boy. Half of our conversations were absolutely ridiculous, going on and on about how this is NOT a relationship but neither of us are having sex with anyone else, neither of us are interested in anyone else and we're just "seeing each other" a few times a week. Well, I'm glad we cleared that up.

The other half of our conversations were filled with claims of intellectual superiority (his) and exerted efforts of tolerance (mine). I can appreciate sarcasm but not all.the.freaking.time. And I refuse to allow some psuedo-philosophical half-wit act so condescending towards me. You know those catty little bitches and puffed up jocks in high school that had to put everyone down to make themselves feel superior? Yeah, he's one of those.

And I can't even say I did it all for the nookie because apparently he is a one-trick pony. That first night was amazing but I later discovered that he's only that good when he's drinking. Unfortunately, he - nor I - drank enough to repeat it. So the other handful of times we got busy, it SUCKED. Even the lunch-break-quickie on his dining room table that ended up with a broken dish on the floor didn't even make my world twitch a little, much less rock it.

I don't know who this guy thinks he is - oh wait, yes I do...he thinks he's Charles Bukowski or Ernest Hemingway, one of those drunken, tortured-soul writers - but he is way too full of himself without any good reason. Yeah, it was fun for a while because it really is hard to find decent looking single men around my age who have actually read something other than FHM or Stephen King and he did turn me on to some good foreign films. But after getting sick of his shit and then not talking to him for a month then talking to him again a few times, I was being honest when I said "I think I liked it better when we weren't speaking to each other".

Haven't heard from him since I made that comment.

There were a few other blips on the radar which I will post about later but don't expect much, nothing ever came out of any of them.