I have been doing well with the whole being newly single thing. I really have. I know ultimately that I made the right decision about my relationship. Every so often though? Suddenly I catch myself hurting. Especially when stupid social networking sites show me that certain ex's are talking about girls they think 'are the cutest thing they've ever seen'. I think it's time to prune the friend list as that's not fun at 8AM.
It's especially not fun after my night last night. I went to a party, a very, very LA party. Ergo it took pretentious to a whole new level. There was a dude in an ascot. Yeah. He was like a real life Chuck Bass . I have since discovered that Chuck Bass is only fun in theory or fiction. But at the party? Ascot guy was the best option.
Me thinks dating in LA (eventually, when the man ban is lifted), is going to be the hardest thing I have ever done. Most of the men I have encountered are crazy, pretentious or taken. Sometimes all 3 rolled into one awesome package. And let's face it, I am a size 10 which in LA might as well be 'needs weight loss surgery and a muumuu'. It does wonders for a girl's self esteem. I think I am just going to sit around and hope that the man I am supposed to be with is delivered on my doorstep wearing a bow. And not an ascot.
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I have found that usually when you are completely comfortable with yourself and aren't looking, that is when Mr. Wonderful will fall into your lap. (Or maybe it's you that will fall into his.....)
Take care and good luck... eh?
Chuck
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