Wednesday, Wednesday...
It's supposed to be another gorgeous day and I am not spending this one entirely in the classroom. I don't care if my students look at me with gigantic kitten eyes, begging me to listen just one more time. All I want is an hour to do something completely and utterly frivolous. One blissful hour. *sigh* The fantasy potential of those sixty minutes is infinite.
Why is it, when a woman is single, she deems it necessary to always be on a search for someone new? Why can she not just enjoy the company of herself, or friends, without constantly glancing around for an "opportunity"? Do men do this? Is there ever a point where a single man relaxes, has a good time, without thinking about finding a partner with which to spend an evening (or a few nights?) And why, when a woman says she is happy just hanging out, does no one, especially her closest friends, believe her? Why isn't a woman, by herself, enough?
Frankly, I don't have time to date. I don't have time to shower in the morning, hell, I don't have time to write this. So I definitely don't have time to spend getting to know anyone romantically. It's the main reason my pseudo-relationship with Rob formed mushroom clouds. I didn't have time to get to know him, thus I was unaware of the size of the lies he spun me.
The thing is, I'm perfectly okay with that. The few breaks I do take I can spend just having fun, catching up with people I'm estranged from. I can concentrate on that. And I do. Without thinking anything of it. Until someone inevitably asks the question I've put out of my head. It's irritating. I don't need to be set up, I don't need to check out the guy standing at the bar, I don't need to attend some contrived speed-dating event. Ugh. Is it so hard to believe I am actually happy, I am actually validated and emotionally fulfilled, without the presence of a man?
Robbie says she's allowed two weeks this summer and she's thinking about visiting me. Yay! That would be beyond brilliant. The perfect excuse to put Bartok aside and finally get to see some of this country. I'd love to go South but I can't justify traveling with all of this staring me in the face. I can't wait to see my sister again! It's been much too long.
Why is it, when a woman is single, she deems it necessary to always be on a search for someone new? Why can she not just enjoy the company of herself, or friends, without constantly glancing around for an "opportunity"? Do men do this? Is there ever a point where a single man relaxes, has a good time, without thinking about finding a partner with which to spend an evening (or a few nights?) And why, when a woman says she is happy just hanging out, does no one, especially her closest friends, believe her? Why isn't a woman, by herself, enough?
Frankly, I don't have time to date. I don't have time to shower in the morning, hell, I don't have time to write this. So I definitely don't have time to spend getting to know anyone romantically. It's the main reason my pseudo-relationship with Rob formed mushroom clouds. I didn't have time to get to know him, thus I was unaware of the size of the lies he spun me.
The thing is, I'm perfectly okay with that. The few breaks I do take I can spend just having fun, catching up with people I'm estranged from. I can concentrate on that. And I do. Without thinking anything of it. Until someone inevitably asks the question I've put out of my head. It's irritating. I don't need to be set up, I don't need to check out the guy standing at the bar, I don't need to attend some contrived speed-dating event. Ugh. Is it so hard to believe I am actually happy, I am actually validated and emotionally fulfilled, without the presence of a man?
Robbie says she's allowed two weeks this summer and she's thinking about visiting me. Yay! That would be beyond brilliant. The perfect excuse to put Bartok aside and finally get to see some of this country. I'd love to go South but I can't justify traveling with all of this staring me in the face. I can't wait to see my sister again! It's been much too long.