Tomorrow is New Years

"This is it. Don't get scared now."
- Kevin McCallister, Home Alone

Face to Face

... after over an entire calendar year. I reunited with my ex-girlfriend Lynn of 6 years.

And it couldn't have gone better.

She called me when she got off work

Lynn: Okay, I'm ready.
So@24: Okay. Well. Have you eaten?
Lynn: I'm starving.
So@24: Me too. Our movie doesn't start for a couple of hours anyway, so let's grab something.
Lynn: I know you joked about it, but we shoul...
So@24: Oh you mean go to...
Lynn: How do you know what I'm going to say!?
So@24: That diner that we used to go to right next to the theater, right?
Lynn: Augh! You knew! Okay, I'll see you in a few.

It was a miracle, but I convinced my mom to give me the keys to her Audi (sweet!). On the drive over, my hands started to shake a bit and a few butterflies started to flutter about in the ol' gut.

When I pulled up in front of the house, it really hit me: she is going to come walking out that door any second.

And she did. And she looked just like I remembered her.

She stepped into the car and smiled.

"I think we can hug."

We did. And although she couldn't see, I was grinning like an idiot.

We had 3 hours to kill before our movie started. I ran some errands with her before sitting down in the diner. It was completely empty except for us.

No awkward silences. No long breaks in conversation. We talked for two and a half hours about everything you can imagine: our past relationship, mistakes we both made, her other relationship, her break up, my friends, her friends, grad schools, my new job, movies we saw in the past year, music recommendations. Everything. I was happy to get things off my chest and I think she was too.

It's weird when you have to consciously fight your natural instincts. Walking through the parking lot to get to the theater, I automatically wanted to throw an arm around her waist like I always used to whenever we'd go anywhere. Or hold her hand during a movie. And I felt comfortable enough to tell her about this and she laughed.

We headed to get some frozen custard after the movie and agreed that Juno was "okay". It was funny driving at eating ice cream at the same time; we both laughed that we're used to feeding each other while the other person is driving, but that it wasn't appropriate anymore. So I'd grab the cup from her when we'd hit red lights. But the last scoop, she actually fed to me. It was fine.

Dropping her off, we took the back roads. I stepped out of the car and we hugged. We agreed it wasn't awkward and we were glad we could do things like this. She said she'd call me in LA and that "we weren't that far away". I said I'd love it if we did this again.

And then I drove away after I made sure she got inside okay.

I'm still the same. I'm not pining for her. I'm not wondering if this is the first steps in some quest to get her back. I'm okay with being friends.

I'm glad she's back.

I See Her Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be the first time I will have seen my ex-girlfriend in over a year.

And if I'm going to be totally honest with myself (which why wouldn't I, it's my fucking blog), I'd say that I'm cool. Calm. Collected.

I was expecting butterflies, bundles of nerves, bloody nubs where my fingernails used to be, or even my meeting tomorrow to be the only thing occupying my thoughts all day.

But it really hasn't. I would be lying if I didn't say that I am a bit excited, but certainly not to the degree I would have expected.

It will certainly be interesting to see what happens tomorrow.

Is Christmas Shopping a Big Deal?

The first thing I did when I woke up was text Beth to see what she was up to for the rest of the afternoon. She said she was going to finish up Christmas shopping. I offered to escort her since I had absolutely nothing planned and she was going alone.

Her "little engine that could" car pulled up in front of my house around 3:00 and I took the driver's side.

People go Christmas shopping together all the time. Friends do it all the time. It's not big deal.

However, I've been known to over-analyze particular situations from time to time. And when Beth and I are weaving in and out amongst the holiday crowd at a huge mall; little flashbacks suddenly sparked in my mind. Think of the Bourne series when Matt Damon suddenly get s bitch slapped by these quick visuals out of no where. It was kind of like that, but... well, it doesn't involve a government cover up.

These flashbacks were "couple-y" things I used to do at this very same mall.

• Laughing and speed walking through the parking lot during a rainstorm; avoiding massive puddles
  
• Beth and I grabbed a quick bite at the food court and shared an entree of Kung Pao and broccoli beef.
• An impulse buy; we both u-turned and got exactly $3.55 worth of Sweet Factory candy.
  
• I waited for Beth to get out of the restroom and had my back toward the exit. When she came out, I got a swift, playful swat to my bum bum. (Although this never happened to me before, I got an instant "couple-y" feeling)
  
• I needed some new boxers, so I had her help me pick out ones that she thought would look good.

Again, maybe I'm over analyzing. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't get that "funny" feeling that often follows these kinds of days. It's very possible it's just a one of those Holiday things that mind fucks with you.

I just need to be cautious. I know myself too well.

Nurse Texts

Hey you! Are you in town?? When do I get to see you? ;)
- sent via cell phone at 11:34 pm.

Oh God. It's the Nurse. How did she know I was back??

I'll most certainly run into her if I hang out with my Portland friends. I don't want to deal with having to give her the brush off. Or just the general awkwardness.

Blah. Am I making this too big of a deal? I mean, it's not like I slept with her or did anything worse than what middle schoolers do during free period.

I really wanted to text her back, "I hear you prefer minors", but alas... I didn't have the balls.

Preparing for New Years

I know it's early. Some might argue it's a little TOO early to be planning for New Years 2008. But I made a personal vow that I was not going to have a shitty New Years this time around.

Last year was probably one of the most awkward. A random house party in Manhattan Beach with Leo pestering me with "You're fucking kissing someone this year, So@24. I'm not even kidding." and me wanting to crawl into a dark hole when that ball dropped. For the record, I kissed no one. I pretended I had a call on my cellphone and ducked out in the backyard to "take my call".

This year is going to be different. Leo and I have already started preparations to host our OWN hootinany this time around. Leo's friend and old boss happens to have a large dwelling up in the Hollywood Hills. What better place to count down from 10? I mean, right? Right?

To solidify that I'm going to have the best New Years I've ever had since being on this Earth for 24 years, I've thrown in a variable that will surely not fail. My friend Beth is flying down with me from and staying. Remember she was my faux-girlfriend for that one night?

A little history. Put Beth and I in cocktail attire, give us a fifth of Seagram's whiskey and a liter of 7 Up and we're a force to be reckoned with. Put a tie around my neck and I swear it's like Frodo wearing the ring. He becomes possessed with power greater than a mortal man, yet the longer her wears it... it becomes his ultimate downfall.

Beth: I can't even think about New Years. Seriously. And you know how we get if we even attempt a little to dress up. That means extra shots and extra foolery. You and I are getting lost before the party even begins.

Leo and I have already started the invite. And if you've kept up with this blog, you'll know that we take our invites very seriously. I wrote one when I was still poisoning my body with those sake bombs. When I got home that night, Leo suggested that I lay off the invites and let him take over as captain. I agree.

"But don't take my word for it! Ba da da!" - LaVar Burton, Reading Rainbow

On snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaps.

So. It's that fucking time of the year again.

You know what I'm talking about. The time of the year when it suddenly turns 12:00 am and the rest of society suddenly expects you to turn into Cassanova and plant a kiss on an unsuspecting wench.

Well fuck you, Society. I've been trying this technique for over a year. Do you really think just because it's December 31st that these fraulines are going to be flipping up their skirts and saying "take me, you squinty-eyed knave, take me?" No. It's not that easy.

Unless you have alcohol. Top shelf. And a setting that gives off the appearance that you have money.

Which is where our good friend comes in.

House in the Hollywood Hills. A heated pool. Booze. A hired bartender. Some swanky velvet rope (to keep us TRUE partiers from falling off the balcony and causing a messy lawsuit to our generous host).

So. Do you want to spend New Years at some crowded bar where you're going to throw down $65.60 on a bar tab where, if the planets are aligned and the cave dwelling carvings ring true, you might actually kiss some one attractive for .34 seconds? Or do you want to dress up in a tie and actually get down with some people with substance.

Choice wisely.*

I'm out.

* Yes, I typed "choice". In hindsight, I know it was the wrong word to use. I was drunk. Bite me.

My Ex Has Been Boned By Someone Other Than Me

It was inevitable. It had to happen at some point. I mean, she dated the guy for an entire year right?

I didn't force her to tell me. She didn't tell me in order to get some kind of jealous reaction out of me. It just. Happened.

Lynn: I need to get my jean hemmed, cause I've lost some weight
So@24: No way. You've lost weight? How is that possible?
Lynn: I'm off my birth control (cough)

Which kind of opened the doors to that discussion. I'll admit I had the ol' "sucker punch to the breadbasket feeling", but I had to find a way to go around that.

So I joked with her about it (which is what I do when shit gets too serious). And we switched subjects after admitting how awkward it was and that my body was sweating bullet for some reason. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, I guess.

It's a weird feeling so think about and I'm trying my best not to imagine my ex reverse cowgirling the shit out of this guy.

But I also know that I need to accept this if this is what it takes to really be "just friends" with someone. I need to grab this bull by the horns! I need to accept it and be "ok" with it. This is normal. Of course she was going to be with someone else eventually.

...

It didn't stop me from doing 4 sake bombs at lunch with coworkers though. And blogging drunk.

w00t!

The Downside of a Black Out Make Out

Well, we already know ONE of the reasons...

But try this new one on for size:

Mimi: I have to tell you about The Nurse this weekend.
So@24: Oh? Yes, how is "my woman" doing these days?
Mimi: God she's an idiot.
So@24: Goddammit. I knew it. I'm so ashamed.
Mimi: This Saturday takes the cake.
So@24: But I'm excited for this story... tell me, tell me!
Mimi: Nurse makes out with Kevin.
So@24: Kevin? Kevin? Why does that name sound familiar?
Mimi: I'll give you a moment to think about it.
So@24: Kevin. Kevin. No way. No. Way. Your little sister's friend!?
Mimi: He's in HIGH SCHOOL!
So@24: Oh GOD!
Mimi: I go up to her and I'm like, "Dude! He's 17!" and she's like "Serious? Realllllly?" in a stoner's voice. And then keeps making out with him! I just look at her blankly, turn around and shake my head in disgust.
So@24: This is humiliating. What was I thinking!?
Mimi: Who cares, you were blacked out. It happens man.
So@24: Guh.

I've certainly failed at my first "conquest" since being single. Maybe everyone has to go through something like this? Make out with someone you're completely ashamed about...

Come on, Single Gods, I've paid my dues. Please?

I Go To a Party. Alone.

My "friends" left me high and dry.

An hour before I was supposed to leave for the party on Saturday, a mini-battle was raging in my head.

"If I go alone, it's going to be extremely awkward. I'm not going to know anyone there."
"But it could have potential to be the greatest night of your life ever."

I decided that I had to do this. I was doing this for me. I was doing this for newly single guys everywhere who always depend on their loyal wingmen. This was a personal mission.

I must say it was a weird sensation, Leo and I to go to two different parties. It happens, rarely. He wished me luck, I told him to fist himself and we went our separate ways.

I was going to Lisa and Ann's joint birthday party, but on the drive down, I wondered if I need to bring something as a gift. I stopped by a liquor store and scanned the aisles for something appropriate. "Maybe a classy wine or... who the fuck am I kidding? It's Ann and Lisa." I grab the nearest fifth of whiskey on sale. It's the holidays and homeboy is on a budget. That'll do.

I parked the car in a quaint suburban neighborhood in the O.C. I'll admit, I was a little nervous so I pounded some sake, texted Jack and Leo "This is Red 5, I'm going in" and headed inside.

Like any gathering in which you don't know a single soul, it WAS a bit awkward. But then, I was sober... nothing a couple keg cups of beer couldn't handle. Ann and Lisa were both surprised (and I'll even go as far to say "delighted") to see me. They asked me where Jack and Leo were and I told a blatant lie.

"They both are at their company parties"
"They work in the same place?"
"Uh... sure."

Ann was well on her way to blacking out and it was only 10:00; she was already grinding on some dude to 50 Cent's "In Da Club". Lisa pulled out a tray of mini spinach quiches ("I baked them myself! I'd be a great wife! Who wants to marry me!?"). I must say, I was impressed and shocked. Until she dumped the entire tray on the table spilling the flaky pastries everywhere. Ahhh, that's more familiar.

After catching up with the girls, it was time to turn things up a notch. I then texted Leo and Jack, "Too close for missiles. Switching to whiskey."

I must say I was pretty proud of myself. I was charming, I was talkative, I was making people laugh, I was meeting new people. Everyone was extremely friendly. At one point, I was talking to two of their friends and we were debating on who was the more intoxicated birthday and in the middle of this discussion Ann literally walked right into a wall. She earned a few more tallies.

As for my quest for the almighty booty: unfruitful. A few reasons why:

• Again, I'm wearing the away team jersey... what can I do really?
  
• And although there were cute girls there and I was talking to them, I didn't get the vibe from any. I didn't really pursue that hard anyway. Meh.
  
• Or maybe I didn't get drunk enough.
• It wasn't quite a "sausage fest", but a lot of their friends are guys. Guys they met randomly (like me) at bars, football games, etc. I think that's Ann and Lisa's M.O.

But I laid the ground work for next time and I reached a social milestone.

How to Trick Your Friends

I was surprised to get a Facebook message from the UCLA hunnies when I turned on my computer this morning. I haven't seen either of them since that one night. And I've only exchanged a few drunk dials with Lisa from time to time.

The message (most likely a group message) was reminder that Lisa and Ann's joint birthday party is this Saturday night.

Under normal circumstances, I would toss this into my electronic trash bin. But these girls can drink (a lot) and thus my newly trained bachelor brain's neurons starts firing, "Joint birthday? Two girls? Two of the biggest lushes I know who also happen to have vaginas? That means lots of BOOZE. That must mean LOTS of girls AND booze will be there!"

It sounds perfect, doesn't it? It sounds like something any single guy would be chomping at the bit for, right? Alas. Here is where my dilemma comes into play.

There is no way I can show up to this party solo. I've run into this problem before; I don't know them THAT well enough. It's too awkward to do that. I need my friends Leo and Jack there.

Unfortunately, Leo and Jack would rather douse themselves in kerosene, light a match, and play their ribs like a xylophone than hang out with those two again. Remember, they were quite the handful when blacked out.

But I really want to go. This party has so much potential, I almost want to weep with joy. They're calling it "A December Not to Remember" for crying out loud! If these party guests drink as much as their hosts, it can almost be assured that they'll drink until I'm attractive.

How do I show these two jokers the light? How can I get them to see the bigger picture?

Ah, L'Amour

I've posted a cartoon once before. But enjoy another one of my favorites.

Grown Ups Pt. 2

So@24: See what I'm saying? What if I don't budge on that principal that I strongly believe in: being friends with you. It's extremely important to me (you already know that)
Lynn: oooooh
So@24: So would I be making the same mistake as I did with you?
Lynn: well I dunno
So@24: See the irony there?
Lynn: you would go into it telling them how you feel about it, and that you would show her that she has nothing to worry, but you'd still consider her feelings at all times
future is more important than past though, So@24.
So@24: Yeah. It's just sad.
Lynn: it's tough
So@24: I should be able to be friends with you. You were too important for too long
Lynn: but I enjoy being able to call the shots about that now too
like "you have to trust me that I am going to be friends with my exs and it's not a big deal" and "I'm just telling you now that it's imporant to me"
So@24: I'm glad you have that mindset now
Lynn: looking back it was good to cut things off, but there was always that pressure that someday I knew I'd want to talk to you, and there'd be a problem
So@24: Right right. Exactly

Lynn: I've learned a lot from both of you... what I do and don't want in a relationship
So@24: What do you think I need?
Lynn: I already told you! Blond, large breasts, like video games!
Really though: fun loving, easy going, likes to have fun/go out, silly, not too emotional, gets your humor, have a good sense of humor herself...
So@24: Right. It's going to be a tough one to find.
Lynn: somewhat spontaneous, but lazy too, a nurturer since you are kinda a baby.
So@24: What!? How!?
Lynn: You can't even buy you own plane tickets and you can't drive through traffic!
So@24: Damn.

So@24: Well that was a nice heavy discussion we got into, eh?
Lynn: hahaha relationships and feelings
So@24: It's probably good for me! Gotta get used to that sometime!
Lynn: yep!
So@24: But dont apologize about admitting that you cared about your ex. It's comforting to me that someday I'll be able to feel that for someone else and it just wasn't "you". If that makes sense.
Lynn: yeah I understand. It's possible
So@24: It sometimes hard to believe that
Lynn: but never expect relationships to be the same. I kind of made that mistake. I expected us to have the same sense of humor, same jokes, same interests...
So@24: Yeah, I'm going to need to you to tell me what to expect for next time
Lynn: Just everyone is different, and therefore every relationship is different
So@24: You'll probably have to be my point man for advice on what it's like to start new!
Lynn: hopefully...... okaaaaaay mister. Time for me to eat and take a break from the computer!
So@24: Okay
Lynn: and you get off work soon
So@24: Nice chat. We're "mature"
Lynn: good talking to you :) have a good night
So@24: You too
Lynn: we are, grown ups!
So@24: Who would have thought we could do it?
Lynn: I did :)

Setting the Record Straight

Friday night, Leo and I had a small gathering at our house before heading out to the bars.

The scene: a few of the usuals are sitting around our dining room, sipping on beers discussing our Friday and figuring out what we should do for that evening. Leo gets out of his seat and begins to clean up the communal area (picking up old Newsweeks, throwing away empty Netflix envelopes, blowing the dust out of discarded shot glasses aka cleaning them, etc.).

So as we're laughing and sharing stories, I can hear Leo's voice cut through the chatter

"What the fuck is this?"

Oh shit.

I'm mid-sip and completely freeze. The rest of the table looks over at Leo.

In his left hand is an open box, in his right hand is a piece of blue wrapping paper.

So@24: Oh that. I-I-I... it's nothing.
Leo: We'll talk about this later, bitch.

It really ISN'T a big deal, but I knew Leo & co. would make it one. Lynn had just sent me a package with some cds in it of new songs/bands she found over the past year. Tossed in some Pixie Stix and a couple sticks of Fruit Stripe gum. And a card with a turtle on it congratulating me on my new gig.

I know it looks bad from the outside and I wish I could record the conversations we have so I can show that it's strictly on a friendship level. She's applied to grad schools in Seattle and will say things like, "With my next boyfriend, I need to..." Doesn't sound like the kind of things a girl would say to someone she's interested in dating. Just friends, I promise.

Later on in the evening, one of my friends Jamie (who is makes up "Couple 1" of the worst couples I've ever encountered on my short 24 years on this Earth) is mentioning another shitty couple might get back together.

Backstory. This couple in question has broken up and gotten back together about 9 times, I'd be surprised if they weren't in double digits. Even when they first starting sleeping together, hanging out together, dining together, going on dates together, etc... the guy wouldn't even admit they were a couple. He'd even insist to the girl that they were both single. Girl can't get over him. He comes crawling back when he wants more sex, cycle starts over again. Shitty couple.

So. Jamie is telling us that this girl is getting back together with this boy for the umpteenth time. I mention that it's ridiculous that they are doing this entire dance over again.

She chimes in with an oh-so-condescending tone, "I wouldn't judge. Look at you. You're still getting packages from your ex."

My face instantly turns hot. I'm livid. "Don't you dare compare my relationship with them. In fact, don't even compare me with YOUR relationship."

There's an uncomfortable moment in the living room and Jack quickly steps in to break the ice. He pours Smirnoff vodka into two shot glasses and sets them in the middle of the table.

Jack: Alrighty! Next person to mention the package has to take a shot. Those are the rules for the rest of the night.

I let it go, but I'm the type who has a hard time letting such an insulting statement slide like that. I'll most likely have a nice chit-chat with Jamie when we're not in a social environment.

The rest of the night I kept thinking about how interesting it is that I'm still protective of that relationship. It's been over for a year, yes. But the intensity of how pissed I got at such an insensitive and completely ignorant statement kind of surprised me.

It makes me wonder if anyone else gets on the defensive when someone verbally bashes on an old relationship.

My Blog = An SNL Sketch

Jack mentioned the other day that my blog reminded him of "that one Adam Sandler sketch where he has a talk show dedicated to his ex-girlfriend". I knew exactly which one he was referring to and started cracking up.

Is that really the impression I give off with my writing?? That's really sad. Damn!

What are you gonna do? But the sketch is pretty fucking hilarious, so check it:




And to Jack...

Thanks, dick.

From Overseas

One of my good friends from college is a medic over in Afghanistan. I haven't heard from her in months and this afternoon she dropped me a MySpace message. It actually laughed out loud while reading it at my desk:

"You have no idea how many hand jobs and other shameful acts that needn't be mentioned it took to get onto MySpace in this Godforsaken country, but now that I'm on: HI!!!

Other than fighting off the shakes, I'm doing as well as a forcefully extended bitter bitch of a "soldier" can be. Just curious to hear how you're doing, so hit me back. I miss you and cant wait to see you again!!!!

Email me, So@24 and tell me of your jaundice adventures in shrugging that addiction to abstinence... "

Come back safe, my friend. And I will share with you the stories from my blog over a bottle of Jack Daniels like we used to in the good ol' days.

If she only knew...

Thank You, Nintendo DS!

You've really pulled me out of some awkward situations and have never let me down.

I'll never forget the nights when I come stumbling home from yet another house party or night at the bars. The front door bursts open and the light from the street lamps pour into the pitch black living room. Leo in the middle with his arms around us: I'm on one side, some broad is on the other. We're all cackling like drunken idiots at some joke that if we were sober, wouldn't even crack a smile on our faces.

Leo and girl quickly retreat to his bedroom and close the door. Fighting the spins, I tumble into my own bed. I hope that I'm drunk enough to sleep through anything, but then the sound that no one wants to hear comes creeping through my paper-thin walls.

My eyes shoot open. The visual images of my childhood chum pounding home syncs a little too well with the audible noises erupting only a few feet away from where I lay my head every night.

But you've been there. Sitting patiently, loyally. I've been in this situation numerous times and it is when I turn to you most. Like a beautiful rehearsed ballet, I roll over and grab you from under my bed. I flip on your switch and crank your volume notch to "Max".

Your midi music drowns out the moans, the groans and the heavy breathing. You distract my overly-imaginative brain. You're dependable, you're consistent, you're a true pal.

Thank you Nintendo DS! Thank you!

XOXO,
So@24

I Judge You Off Your MySpace

It was inevitable. Saturday morning, The Nurse added me on MySpace.

Remember, I haven't seen this girl without a large about of liquor sloshing around in my belly. If we DID talk, I don't remember anything I said. Anything she said. I don't even really remember what she looks like... I've never seen her in natural light, the most I've seen is under the dark haze of bar lighting.

She might as well be a complete stranger. Ahhhh, the beauty of the serious black out.

I was interested to see what she looked like and, let's be honest, judge the shit out of her based on her MySpace page.

-sigh-

Let's begin:

Pictures: She's not something out of Lord of the Rings (Thank God), but she isn't stunning. I definitely wouldn't have done anything with her if I wasn't intoxicated. I've been told I'm picky. Definitely not anything to write home about. If I were to judge her on the ol' 1 - 10 scale, she'd be a 5.5.

The worst part is... she does "MySpace pictures". You know what I'm talking about. Standing in front of the mirror, looking slightly away from the camera going for that mysterious/pensive look. She has an entire album dedicated to it. Fuck me.

General Layout: Her display name is something like, Sunshinebabysparkles84. Her page takes about 20 years to load because she has so much sparkly pictures that says shit like, "Feel safe at night, sleep with a nurse" and "Fuck the system" it makes me want to castrate myself. She has a part that says "Your Exotic Dancer Name Is". Who does that!?

And she has tons of "punky" pictures of skulls. I think skulls died out with black light capability posters, 8 balls, alien heads, and peace symbols.

Her "About Me": It starts off like a 12 year old's essay "So you wanna know about me huh!?!?!?!?!" I'll spare you the rest. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Music: She gets points for having Flogging Molly as her song.


-dusts hands-

There you have it. Am I an asshole for being so harsh? Perhaps. Am I completely lame for judging this girl based solely off my experience visiting her MySpace? Probably, but at least I can accept that.

I don't think there will be a second rendezvous during the Christmas break.

Grown Ups

So@24: I think it's good that we can openly talk about this stuff now. We're kind of learning how to go through it together.
Lynn: I want to do this as a "team" instead of me running the show. I didn't like controlling when we talked and being the one to make the decisions. So being able to talk you about it all and how I'm feeling helps. As long as you're with me and we can make these kinds of decisions together.
So@24: I completely agree. I wonder how many ex-couples openly discuss this stuff and really work through it together on rebuilding a friend ship. I really like that we can do that... I think it says a lot about you, a lot about me, and a lot about both of our characters
Lynn: Very true.
So@24: I'm happy. I think we can do this.
Lynn: Me too.






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Now playing: Shiny Toy Guns - You Are The One

New Job = New Social Circles = New Hunnies

This week has been by the far one of the best weeks of my life. It's amazing how suddenly all great things happen to you in such a short amount of time; all at once.

One event that happened is fairly obvious. I'm ecstatic that I can start rebuilding that friendship. I think I'm still on a high from that.

But yesterday afternoon at approximately 12:14 pm, I got a call from a "major, well-known and respected studio" offering me a position (I'd love more than anything to brag to the blogging public, but trying to respect the whole anonymity thing). We're talking dream job. We're talking the whole reason I moved down to Los Angeles in the first place.

Fuck. Yes.

How does this bit of news tie in with "starting over at 24" you may ask?

I'm crossing my fingers that this opens up an entirely new social circle. I love the friends I have now, but it'd be nice to spread my wings and leave the nest occasionally. I'm not in college anymore, I don't have the luxury of being thrown into situations where meeting new people is as easy as taking shots of 151 before a fraternity dance.

I've noticed in my short time of being single that it's really difficult to meet new people as an "adult" in the "real world". -shudder-



It's weird/fascinating to me how in my "being single" mindset, I find myself automatically thinking:

New job = New coworkers = New friends? New girl coworkers? = New friends that have new girl friends?




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Now playing: Saves The Day - See You