life goes on
after my mini freak out yesterday about the bf, i forced myself to be social. i really just wanted to go home, cry and drink a bottle of wine while feeling sorry for myself. that would have been the easy way out.
instead i went out w/a bunch of girls i had not yet met. (side note: i organized a "girls night" group & set up fun activities to meet new people.) i was contemplating not going to the happy hour i had set up... but i realized it would have been much more healthy for me to get out of my comfort zone & meet some new people.
it ended up being a blast and a half! we drank, gabbed while picking out boys we were going to molest after a few more cocktails. i picked the curly-haired waiter we all dubbed "john mayer". another girl picked the very young pretty frat boy sitting behind us (she had a demi-ashton fantasy). another picked the older father type at the table next to us. some of us had to rock-paper-scissors for the guys, as there was an extreme shortage of "pretend bfs" for the evening. for the next event we will pick more of a "sausage fest" location.
for the evening, i forgot my post-break up status and just enjoyed my time as a single girl. that is, until i look at my cell and realize the bf had called while i was making eyes at "john mayer". back to planet earth.
not one of the girls was unempathetic to my situation. i mean, come on- what girl on the planet hasn't gone through a break up?! instead, my confession to newly-single status was met with a chorus of "oh girl, i totally understand." and "you'll get through it" and "there's another guy out there for you". there's just something comforting about being understood and your feelings validated. (oh shit, i'm totally being a girl right now...sorry, just blame my just-started period.) the girls all agreed that we HAD to go out next week for a combo b-day party/man prowling session. i said "hell ya" even though my heart is not sure if i'm totally up for it.
for the first time in a long while, i remembered how fun it was be to be single. i forgot it isn't a death sentence. it is an opportunity for new experiences.
each day that passes i slowly remember how i am only stronger and smarter for every experience i go through. life goes on. with or without a man, life goes on.
instead i went out w/a bunch of girls i had not yet met. (side note: i organized a "girls night" group & set up fun activities to meet new people.) i was contemplating not going to the happy hour i had set up... but i realized it would have been much more healthy for me to get out of my comfort zone & meet some new people.
it ended up being a blast and a half! we drank, gabbed while picking out boys we were going to molest after a few more cocktails. i picked the curly-haired waiter we all dubbed "john mayer". another girl picked the very young pretty frat boy sitting behind us (she had a demi-ashton fantasy). another picked the older father type at the table next to us. some of us had to rock-paper-scissors for the guys, as there was an extreme shortage of "pretend bfs" for the evening. for the next event we will pick more of a "sausage fest" location.
for the evening, i forgot my post-break up status and just enjoyed my time as a single girl. that is, until i look at my cell and realize the bf had called while i was making eyes at "john mayer". back to planet earth.
not one of the girls was unempathetic to my situation. i mean, come on- what girl on the planet hasn't gone through a break up?! instead, my confession to newly-single status was met with a chorus of "oh girl, i totally understand." and "you'll get through it" and "there's another guy out there for you". there's just something comforting about being understood and your feelings validated. (oh shit, i'm totally being a girl right now...sorry, just blame my just-started period.) the girls all agreed that we HAD to go out next week for a combo b-day party/man prowling session. i said "hell ya" even though my heart is not sure if i'm totally up for it.
for the first time in a long while, i remembered how fun it was be to be single. i forgot it isn't a death sentence. it is an opportunity for new experiences.
each day that passes i slowly remember how i am only stronger and smarter for every experience i go through. life goes on. with or without a man, life goes on.
posted by issuegirl at 1:13 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home