You're kidding me.

I am a single female.

Ninety-nine percent of my co-workers and customers are of the male type. I've recently learned that if any customer takes an interest in me and decides to ask my co-workers about me, this is the general reply:

"She's single, you should ask her out."

One of my co-workers loves to see people squirm, he even smiled and remarked on how he thinks it would be awesome to watch that type of uncomfortable conversation unfold.

Thankfully, most of the customers have realized that it would be really awkward if I turned them down and then they still have to shop at our store, so they've been smart and not acted on my lovely co-workers advice.

There are several levels on which this pisses me off. He has a daughter and I am starting to think that daughters are bestowed upon guys who have asshole tendencies when it comes to women. He has a wife, I have no idea if she had to deal with this sort of bullshit or not. But if she did, I'm sure he was compassionate enough to say "Deal with it."

The getting hit-on part I can deal with. Co-workers that encourage it for their amusement, that's just a bit much for me.

Get out my business, my bizn@ss

I really don't understand people's curiosity when it comes to other peoples personal lives. 

It's really none of their concern on why I don't want to date or look for a relationship. Believe it or not, I'm pretty happy being on my own. I'm starting to realize what a difficult concept it is for some people to comprehend, but really, I am content to be single. 

I don't go out looking to get anyone's attention. I go out so I can get out the house. Thanks for inviting me out but if I'm gonna get 20 questions and advice on dating when I go out with you and your group, no thanks. 

 

BP

I went on date #2 with the guy from Monday. He called me.

It's all progress.

Well...

I got my explanation.

Kinda.

Suffice to say I was dumped.

I still say I'm on the DL but I'm up for batting practice. I have a date tomorrow night. If nothing else comes of it, I missed out on the gym but got to have dinner outside of the apartment.

Bah.

I just got burnt by a guy on the dating scene.

Tell me why I want to submit myself to this hellacious interview-like scene again. I'm not opposed to dating again but I'm not sure I'm gung-ho about it. Here I am, catless and feeling friendless in the apartment on a long holiday weekend. I know I have friends, but the people who invite me out are few and far between here in the desert. I've been trying to get ahold of some people to go out with so I'm not feeling that way. It's a bit hard when one person brings their fiance along and another objects to a group outing and another lives 50 miles away. Or everyone else is a guy I work with in some way; customer or co-worker. I do not want to hook-up. I do not want a boyfriend/husband. I just want to get the hell out of my apartment and do so in the company of others.

As much as I try to be anti-social, I'm really not. Even in high school and college, I've had a few close friends to turn to in good times, bad times and times that just are. Now that I'm fully arrived in grownuphood, it's a bit lonely here at Casa de Pooh.

I "talk" with people back home more than I do with people who exist here in the desert. Sometimes I'd love to take Wood's advice and Just Go. F it, just get my shite together and go. But with me, the devil's in the details. I'm too much my mothers daughter. And my fathers. Where would I work? Would it be a good job? Is the grass really greener, would I really be happier? You'll never know if you don't go. I've got another 10 months before this lease is up, we'll see as that time gets closer.

I think I'll suck it up and drop the $300 bucks to get a cat into the apartment.

Sweet, I have a mission for tomorrow.