Next Stop? Crazytown. Population: Me.

I don't have much to say today. [Well, maybe I do, we'll see how this post ends up].

I've been working my tail off at work [and by "working my tail off", I mean sometimes it gets busy at work and I have no time to blog or sometimes I'm waay too busy chatting with people online that I forget to blog or sometimes I get sleepy after lunch and just sit in a carb-induced daze for the last 4 hours of work and forget to blog]. Very soon though, I will start training in the Travel Dept and I'm guessing I will have actual job duties to perform, whereupon I will be forced to do actual work and my blogging will suffer greatly. Until then, I guess I should blog as much as I can.

I am still unlucky in love. I met this guy from an online dating site, and he turned out to be soo straight-laced I couldn't stand it. He was anti-drugs, anti-drinking, anti-smoking, the works. And since I'm pro-everything he wasn't, the connection didn't last long.

And now, there's Happy Hour dood. I met him at [duh] happy hour a few weeks ago at this local cajun joint near my house. He's pretty awesome. He makes me laugh, is very laid back, easy going, cute bod, fun-loving, that sort of thing. We talk nearly everyday, and we've been out three or four times now. Last night at dinner, however, he lays a big ass bomb on me by telling me that he's thinking about going to Iraq for a year so he can save up money for a house. In Austin. Either that, or just move to Austin altogether. And he's making this decision by the end of August. So, ya know, whatever.. I meet a decent guy, someone I can actually see myself dating exclusively, and he decides to up and move to a different city. Geez, was it my breath?

Last night, I had an hour and a half long conversation with my ex [and by "conversation", I mean it was mainly me venting and telling him off and him sputtering out the most offensive and vile responses that, in turn, made me want to reach thru the phone and rip his head off]. For some reason he thinks that if we get back together, he can be a better friend to me. Get this - he readily admits that he's not a good friend to me, but insists that it's just. because. we're not together. Yeah. Ok. What the fuck are YOU smokin, buddy? I told him, "Sure, I'm physically attracted to you, but sexual chemistry can only take you so far. I've been there, done that with you already. We tried to make it work in the past, and it didn't last. And now, nothing about being in a relationship with you sounds appealing if you can't even be a friend to me. The physical attraction thing worked when we were younger, but it's not going to satisfy me now. I want a *meaningful* relationship with a strong foundation of friendship."

At that moment, my phone ran out of battery, and we haven't spoken since.

Bsoholic and I still talk everyday during work. We've become great friends again, but sometimes, like today, I feel that we should be together. Maybe it's the weather, or maybe the Earth's gravational pull is tuggin on my heart strings a little more than usual. Either way, I'm grateful to have him as such a good listener and comforter and yes-man.

I mean, really, everyone needs a good yes-man.