Girls Night Out
In case you missed it on Facebook, John and I broke up on Tuesday. Things aren't great for me right now. We were supposed to go out with my friend Corrie Friday night but when I told her we broke up she suggested she and I go out for pizza and beer. I suggested we invite some other people and make it a girls night out. Now, everybody knows that when a girl has a nasty breakup, you take her out and let her drink a bit too much and bash men, her ex in particular, and tell her she's better off and all that. So that's what I was hoping for, but that's not what I got.
Corrie invited her friend Megan, who I met at my birthday party and is a lot of fun. Both and she Megan are single and on the hunt. Online dating and whatnot. So the whole night they were on their iPhones, talking about emails they got from guys, checking out the guys at the restaurant, etc. Yes, there was some guy bashing, but it's wasn't the focus of the evening. It actually started to upset me and I said something about how they weren't helping, but they didn't get the hint. They did make me laugh a lot, though, which was nice.
My friend Jaime came out with us and she was helpful because Jaime can say more than two sentences in a row that are not about guys. Two other girls from my knitting group said they'd stop by later on, but they never did, which sort of disappointed me. I guess I was really looking for a bit of a support group, to be reminded that I'm not alone, but that's not quite what I got. And, while we did have a nice time, stopped at a coffee shop after the pizza and had chocolate torte and coffee and it was a mostly fun night, I ended up feeling worse than before I came.
First I cried and cried, and then I was angry. Now I'm in the "everything reminds me of him" phase, which is SO not a fun place to be. Especially not with Valentine's Day a week away. We had already made plans and I knit him a hat. It's hard.
But I went out today with Jaime and a couple of people that work in her lab, or in the same building. One of the girls, Charity, is in our knitting group, too. We went to East Aurora, grabbed lunch at a coffee shop and then went to my favourite LYS, the Woolly Lamb, so they could get yarn (I'm not buying anything new until I can close the lid of my yarn bin properly again.) It was fun, I had conversations there were NOT about men and for whole minutes at a time, I forgot my heart was broken. I met a girl who was knitting with some yarn she had spun herself and I was happy to note that the yarn I recently spun looked just as good, if not better, than hers. That's encouraging.
Corrie invited her friend Megan, who I met at my birthday party and is a lot of fun. Both and she Megan are single and on the hunt. Online dating and whatnot. So the whole night they were on their iPhones, talking about emails they got from guys, checking out the guys at the restaurant, etc. Yes, there was some guy bashing, but it's wasn't the focus of the evening. It actually started to upset me and I said something about how they weren't helping, but they didn't get the hint. They did make me laugh a lot, though, which was nice.
My friend Jaime came out with us and she was helpful because Jaime can say more than two sentences in a row that are not about guys. Two other girls from my knitting group said they'd stop by later on, but they never did, which sort of disappointed me. I guess I was really looking for a bit of a support group, to be reminded that I'm not alone, but that's not quite what I got. And, while we did have a nice time, stopped at a coffee shop after the pizza and had chocolate torte and coffee and it was a mostly fun night, I ended up feeling worse than before I came.
First I cried and cried, and then I was angry. Now I'm in the "everything reminds me of him" phase, which is SO not a fun place to be. Especially not with Valentine's Day a week away. We had already made plans and I knit him a hat. It's hard.
But I went out today with Jaime and a couple of people that work in her lab, or in the same building. One of the girls, Charity, is in our knitting group, too. We went to East Aurora, grabbed lunch at a coffee shop and then went to my favourite LYS, the Woolly Lamb, so they could get yarn (I'm not buying anything new until I can close the lid of my yarn bin properly again.) It was fun, I had conversations there were NOT about men and for whole minutes at a time, I forgot my heart was broken. I met a girl who was knitting with some yarn she had spun herself and I was happy to note that the yarn I recently spun looked just as good, if not better, than hers. That's encouraging.