The One You Cannot Let Go Of

Let's think about the people in our lives for a second here.

I am sure there is someone in your life whom you always think about. 

That one person that affected your life in such away that you 

will never be able to forget them. 

No matter how hard you try. 

Unfortunately for me, that person lives in my home town 

and proves to be very hard to break away from, 

which causes somewhat of a relation-shit. 

So how do you push someone away when they keep pushing back? 

And might I add that they are significantly stronger than you. 

Like twice your size and weight.

So how do you let go of someone when they pull a Rose on you and "never let go"? 

That is a pickle I seem to find myself in quite often throughout my life and 

I can never seem let go of my one person. 

Maybe it's because a new someone has yet to come into my life and take their place. 

OR maybe I have separation anxiety. 

OR maybe it is because I hate change. 

Seriously, my room has looked the same since I was 10 and I am a 21 years old now. 

I really need to update my life, in more than one area obviously. 

So it's time to update! Easier said than done I have decided...

Time for some input here - 

Anyone else find themselves in pickles like this or is it just me? 

Come on, I know you are out there people!!

The One Who Taught Me About Myself

The main reason I chose this blog theme was because
I had just gotten out of a three year relationship.

Not by choice unfortunately. 

So I viewed all relationships as shitty ones because I was in such a downer state of mind. 

All I wanted to do was expose those relation-shits 

and show people that dating aint that grand! 

But what I learned while a "blogger" 

is that you are going to go through tons of relation-shits, 

but you have to go through some shitty experiences
to get a meaningful relationship in the end. 

Going on crappy dates, sitting through awkward conversations, 

and drunken mistakes will make you appreciate the positive relationship
you finally reach and appreciate the person that much more. 

That is, once you find them...

Although I was trying to get over a relationship,
getting myself out there and going out on dates,
which unfortunately turned out to be relation-shits, 

taught me a lot about myself and my alcohol tolerance. 

I now know that I cannot go to a beer festival, bar hop, go on a successful date and 
control my actions all in one night. 

I need to keep them on separate occasions.

I have also learned that its ok to be my crazy, sarcastic, silly, awkward self. 

While I am still going through relation-shits to find that one good relationship, 

I am enjoying those relation-shit mishaps a little more each time

because I know by the end of the date, 

I can blog about it and entertain others while having a good time poking fun at myself. 

I mean how many people can say they influenced the creation of a party catch phrase?!?

"Let's party like it's a first date!"

My life...Out of control.

The One Who Wanted To Be Blogged

The other night I ventured out to the Cotati bars finally!
Only took me 3 months...

But don't worry, I was not on a blind date nor was I drinking!

Learned my lesson there which you can read about in *this blog.*

So while in one of the bars, a member of my class approached me, slightly very wasted

and told me he wanted to be in my blog.

"Can I take you out on a date and then you can write about it in your blog?!"

Me: "What?"

"Your blog is one of the blog's I actually read each week!"

Me: "Thank you but why would you want to go on a date and 

hope it's a good Relation-Shit story?"

"I'll take you out to Chili's and buy you a margarita!"

When someone asks you out on a date so they can be put in a Relation-Shit blog, 

you can only imagine what kind of date it will be...

I was not sure how to process this one. 

While feeling a little insulted that I was being used just so he may 

gain extreme popularity through one of my blog entries, 

I was also excited that someone is actually reading my blog!

Plus who would want to pass up a Chili's dinner and a margarita which apparently 

is the perfect match for a Relation-Shit date. 

So, is it sad that all I need is food and booze to ruin a date 

OR

charming that he already had it planned? 

Not sure which one it is yet, but since I have sworn off alcohol AND dates,

I said I would stick to blogging other people's relation-shits for now. 

But this story was just too funny NOT to blog about.

Plus, he did say he wanted to be in a blog entry. 

So here ya go! You made it in! 

Maybe not what you thought would be the reason, but let's not get picky here! :)

The One Who Games

Mini Relation-Shit

Tonight everyone and their mom are out doing something random,
which left me at home to fend for myself.

Well of course I did not want to sit at home alone and do nothing!

So, I texted a good friend of mine to see if he wanted to chill and watch a movie. 

This was his response-

"I'm suppose to scrimmage with my clan sometime tonight."

I think I need to make more friends who don't game...

Friend-Shit much? 

The One Who Ruined The First Date

Ever gotten shit-faced on a first date?

No? Well that makes one of us then...

Who does that?! 

I mean really, why would someone become a drunk ass bitch
in front of a potential second date? 

Well unfortunately I am not as smart as I look 

(it's the glasses, I know, they are deceiving) 

and I had a little too much "fun" on a recent date my good friend Jacob set up for me.

And this is how the story goes- Jacob and his wife had the great idea 

of setting me up with one of their friends, because my love life
basically consists of relation-shits.

First advice when going a first date- don't go to a beer festival followed by three bars. 

Drinking too much on the first date may cause you to do things you regret the next day. 

Just saying.

Needless to say, we went to a beer festival. 

And when I say we, I mean the guy and Jacob. 

Yes, last minute his wife was not able to make it to our double date. 

You would think "poor Jacob," but don't you worry, bro's before ho's. 

After going through about 15 different types of beer and 
trying to get in between him and Jacob enough to fit in awkward 
"first date" conversation, we decided to do what else? 

Drink more!

We ended up in Santa Rosa for our first bar, in which we met 
up with some of my dates friends. 

Ignored by my date while he conversed among his friends, 

I began to bond with people around us and that is where the trouble started. 

When you bond with people at a bar,
they tend to want to buy double shots to celebrate your new found friendship. 

I became a victim of this ritual.

After some drinks, myself, Jacob and my date moved onto the next bar
where it really all went down hill. 

Unfortunately I am not able to tell you most of what happened 
due to my dignity wanting to stay in tact

but I am sure I would want to forget i anyways so why make it permanent in a blog?

Thankfully my good old friend Jacob was there to help a buddy out
while my date vanished 

never to be seen (or heard) from again...
Yes, I was under the influence AND dateless. 

Relation-Shit!

So after being asked to leave the bar by the bouncer,
yes, I was kicked out,

I was then helped six blocks to the car and driven home where 
some how I climbed three flights of stairs to my apartment. 

This is where my *key* became a victim itself. 

Not sure how that went down, but may it rest in peace. 

The bright side of it all is that I made it home!

The downsides however over shadows the ups unfortunately. 

I mysteriously contracted the stomach flu that night and the entire next day,
along with having over a week pass since that night and 
hearing no feedback from my date. 

Relation-shits happen but it is these shitty moments that 
you truly appreciate you friends, in my case Jacob, 
who will put up with drunk ass bitches and 

make sure they do not do anything to ruin their reputation or dignity. 

So while I may have ruined a first date, 
I did gain a better friendship in the end.

P.S. If you are ever in a bar in Santa Rosa and you see a black scarf 
with little tassels at the end of each side, 
bring it back to me would ya? 
It's my favorite. 
Thanks. 

**A few weeks after this blog, my friend decided to coin the term-
"Let's party like it's a first date!"
Now he says this every time we go to a party...My life.**