so unimpressed with the BOYS that hang out in Lincoln Park. seriously, if i haven’t said it before, i’ll say it now: SO GLAD that i found a normal, grown man to date in this city so i don’t even have to deal with it.
it began last night at the bachelorette party (which was fantastic btw). okay, i get it, it’s expected that at some point we’ll get approached because we are wearing pink satin pageant banners and glow in the dark candy necklaces, etc etc. however,bros were literally just coming up to the table calling us “hot pants”, going on for just about forever on why the bride would ever want to married, and making really awkward statements about the bride’s sister’s pregnancy. thinking this will get them laid.
final straw was when walking into the next bar, these…these Boys…are literally rating our party as we are walking in. predictably, when i was a definite “yes”, i turned my ass around and got all sassy with a “bitch, you couldn’t handle.”
into the 2nd day of the MI trip with Ang and I swear to God, his friend reminds me of my ex in sooo many ways. mostly in mannerisms but oh my god there are So Many of them. and they are all the ones which made me realize that it just wasn’t going to work out with us and the whole break-up thereafter kind of felt like i had miraculously avoided a landmine.
the whole current experience is like a really awkward dream where i’m hanging out with two people i am dating/used to date and i am the only one in on the ‘secret’. i want to get away but the guy’s apartment isn’t near anything walking distance because we are in the middle of michigan and oh my god.