February - Week 3

I just realised my dates are probably out of time, how is it week 3 in February? Whatever, I don't care. Anyway, I went on a date with a delectable young lady at a strictly gluten free eatery, for a change. Food wasn't amazing, but better than Nando's. As far as dates goes, it was alright, as far as dates go... all my experience... I did tell her off for being addicted to her phone and she didn't offer to buy me a drink, who said chivalry was dead? Not that I'm saying I expect it, as I normally very rarely accept a drink anyway. It's the thought that counts right? Am I right?
Conversation was otherwise good, future wife material, minus the phone part. We discussed my boobs, yes boobs because I'm not an adult. I can't adult. What else? Love, life, work all the usual crap, filled with quick wit and sarcasm. She came back to mine, and then we had more of laughs and then I went out for a boogie.

I was taking date night seriously, I wore stockings and everything, in fact, I even shaved my legs. Unfortunately I didn't meet anyone out. I had one guy buy me a drink because he liked my moves, he also liked inappropriately rubbing his hand across my non-existent ass... just what I want in a man. He told me he bought me a drink so that I would dance all night long. It's okay, I'll take an ego-boost where I can. I've 'got the moves'. You heard it here first. If I'm honest it was a pretty dry night, not enough atmosphere, a lot of hipster types.

I digress, it was crap so I left with my partner in crime early to go and raid some bins, my particular favourite was the one that smelt like piss, I now own pissy bin boots. My only thoughts were I'm dressed like this and I'm covered in this. This is my life. We indulged in some kitchen life (sitting on the kitchen floor talking bout' life) and ate garlic bread, prawn linguine and chocolate croissants. We decided that were not dysfunctional at all and there's no reason for us not to have the ones. We discussed how amazing we were, meringues, made plans, you know, shit like that.

It's Valentine's day, third year alone... I think, I don't even care really, of course I like the idea of romance, but with a nine hour shift ahead of me, I'm looking forward to being a bit stressed and having a dance, I'm not holding out too much hope that someone is going to take my breath away, neither am I going to take anyone else's. I think the reason I'm still single is me, I could be in a relationship if I wanted, but I don't want it.

I want someone to move me.

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February - Week 2

Probably the most successful weeks of the one project for so far. I went on a date, that sadly I an only remember the first part of, but what I do remember was fun and also it ended with a kiss. I, if I'm honest don't understand how I was even walking around functioning kind of like a normal person, I drank so much alcohol. So much alcohol to me is anything more than three pints. I say normal, I remember savagely eating my housemates cheesecake with my other housemate at 2a.m.  Although when it's 3a.m and your in a bin for the fifth night in a row you do kind of have to question what you're doing with your life. I suppose I've just come to the conclusion that nothing matters, this doesn't matter.

I'm not feeling so enthused about the project anymore, I have lots of marking to do, but as with everything in my life, I'm easily bored. I am going to keep with it though.

I also got a fortune cookie, it said I was going to fall in love.

What now? I don't know, lots of night shifts, they always leave my brain on edge. Oh yeah I'm on Tinder now, I forgot that I signed up to in the early hours yesterday. Hours of fun just sliding there faces away - NOPE... Maybe minutes, not hours.

I'm feeling tired anyway. I've got a dayshift tomorrow then back to nights, so I might make more effort to make this a more interesting read. But probably not. I'm quite content with being alone and maybe that's all I needed to learn from this. Over and out.