my empty office has become the place where “fun goes to die” and I am honestly frustrated whenever a client calls to actually work on an upcoming program. isitvacationyet? (yes I am posting a flo rida song, its enjoyable, trust me.)
A few days ago, I told a man at my company that my boyfriend and I had recently broken up, his response :
"So the dude just didn’t want to settle down and get married?"
Maybe I took this too much to heart, but I realized how some men will always view women in this world. A girl hits her upper 20’s and it is assumed that all she wants is a ring and a wedding and an end to singlehood. And that breaking up could never be her choice, how could she want that!?
For the record, I was the one who did the breaking, and it was exactly that, heartbreaking. He wanted the marriage, the living together, the life, and I didn’t feel right and was not ready. I will say it was hard as hell, but I did the right thing.
I am not saying the above scenario could never happen to me, but don’t assume. We are women with choices, thoughts, wants, needs and desires for our future. I am stronger than I ever thought I would be and know myself more completely than most men I know.
me: your talking to a girl who had bens chili bowl last night after half a bottle of wine clearly, i have no self control Alexandra: um we ate Skyline loaded in hot sauce and then i felt like shit until i fell asleep ha me: fuck i love you. this is why we are friends. Alexandra: HA
"Hi, my name is every-girl-that-has-ever-formerly-dated-a-guy."
Welcome to the Facebook Stalker Support Group.
So, I’ll admit it. I broke up with a wonderful man, it was my choice, my doing, and I wouldn’t turn back, but this does not effect my desire to still know what he is doing in my absence.
Yes, it has crossed my mind to defriend him, but why, I WANT to know that he is now going to NYC for weekend trips, though he once told me he hated the city and would NEVER go there… and that he is having the BEST SUMMER EVER only to be followed by the BEST FALL EVER!
*(My reference for my parents off of g-unit, you know, cause I’m rough like that.)
Some parents prefer to play the sideline game while watching their children mature and grow into the adults they will be. My parents are actively in the game. They help me up when I fall, provide on-field advice and occasional yell at me when I need the push.
Recently, I broke up with a wonderful man who I will always deeply care for and respect. Making that decision was not easy, but it was necessary for my happiness and brought me even closer to my parents. As everything happens for a reason, they helped me through and I don’t know if you could have a stronger bond than I have currently with them.
It came as seeing each other as adults, decision makers on a level playing field and helping each other win the game. I don’t need many more on my side as long as I have their support. And that is a wonderful feeling.
So my very prestigious day job is in Catering at a major hotel in Washington, DC.
WOW, WHAT A LOCATION!? COOL!? HOW FUN!? You who find yourself reading this say… all 2 of you.
Oh my god, I know, like, DC, supercool!
Right, so don’t be surprised when it will cost you the price of a luxury vehicle to have a meeting or event here. I know its ridiculious and yes, you have to add 10% tax and 21% gratuity to have my 74 year old server attend to your Continental Breakfast for 20 people, but this is America, and you see that, its the Capitol where all the important people are, its going to cost you.
…can be humming along pretty well… you’re thinking, “I have some great friends, my job is going well”… even something as trivial as “Wow! I look pretty thin today!”… and then you drop your iphone and it cracks and you are resolved things could not get any worse than they currently are.
a) I am sitting with my legs open in a skirt (oops!) with mixed company of the male persuasion.
duce) I pose in a “provocative manner” in photos with my dad, family friends or complete strangers.
3) When insist on using my big mouth to crack a joke at someone else’s expense.
I have been who I am and embarrassing my mother for as long as I can remember, almost to a fault. It has made me friends, the occasional enemy, but mostly, it has made me who I am and someone I am more proud to be today than I have been in the past.
So I begin this blog, with (mostly) original content and ramblings of someone just trying to figure it out and laughing along the way.
Its been a noteworthy year thus far… good and bad, and I just want to make sure I have an electronic memory of the good to keep me going through the rough.