Don't get excited, there aren't actually ten easy steps and if there are it's not a good idea for me to count right now.
I had this whole blog planned about how amazing my day ways and how super proud I am of Greg with his first corporate talk to Standard Bank. I was going to gush at ?how they just adored him and want him to talk at other branches but how I'm not one bit surprised, because my best friend just rocks.
I was also going to talk about how damn good my back feels and how I had the touch up to my tattooed eyes today. I was also going to tell you about how it's the Jewish new year and that my little sister did the whole dinner and set the table and that my dad would have been so damn proud.
I would if I hadn't have had the fabulous turn of events that took me from top of the world to bottom of the white wine bottle in approximately 20 seconds and two skype chats.
Yep, my mojo was slashed by one guy telling me that he had met someone after I had rejected him and he hopes I stop being so closed off ... or was it that he hopes I become more receptive. Is that why I'm single? Am I closed off and not receptive? Don't I want to be loved because I think I do and that I am doing my best to find it. Oh ... and I am not allowed to cry because I had my eyes tatooed and it will sting like hell if I do.
If that wasn't enough, my chipper exterior was chipped away by being told that if I wasn't prepared to be the cheating partner then it had taken less than 24 hours to replace me. I was considering asking Greggie to be my guest blogger for one night, but the fear of his impression of this particular choice of man might just tarnish my sparkling reputation.
Ok ... so I'm thinking my taste in men kinda sux!
I'm also thinking that a bottle of white wine has numbed both the eyes, the realities and the potential hurts of the words that rolled off the male tongue.
I think tomorrow's blog is more?appropriate?for the announcement of my guest post in She's the geek! That was cause for celebration and was dedicated to the first glass of wine.
The second was to celebrate the awesome success of Greggie's today and the excitement of an amazing future ahead.
The rest was just getting sloshed to avoid thinking about my life as a spinster with ten cats and slippers with little pom-poms on, drinking gin and tonics and telling someone else's grandchildren my stories of how I once knew a young man who ... um,?inappropriate?story!
Alright, before I lose my reputation, I'm going to sleep ... sloshed ... but at least I'm not cry and convincing myself not to believe that love is a non-existent sick joke!