Skinny Bitch

I know I know....I'm never on.  I never had anything to say before now!  I've struggled for a while about what this blog should be about since I'm kind of all over the place myself.  But here's a history to catch you up since the last post.

I've now lost 105 lbs.  WHOOOOO.   Back in January when I hit under 200 I decided that NYE 2013 was going to be the start of my "Slutbatical".  I was going to make up for lost time.  I was so ready to go.  I rented this HOT red dress from rent the runway (lace).  I went to a match.com stir event at a hot night spot in NYC.  I WAS READY.

So we walk in.  All the ladies, not cute.  (HELLO BELL OF THE BALL!).  I mean it was amazing.  Cute guys and now this!  Anyway, I decided to to scope the room.  I see who I think is the hottest guy there and walk up to him and tell him so.  Naturally...he is a total dick.  My next move, more booze.

I take my drink and sit down...it's midnight.  My long time "what if" guy texts me.  I instantly cry.  NOT how I want to ring in 2014.  Like at all.  (More booze is needed.  Head straight to the bar.)

Along comes said "hottest guy in the room" and he is nice and says he is sorry.  We talk for like 10 min.  I drink for 7 of those min.  Cut to...bathroom make out.  Nice....(Slutbatical...back on).

We end up leaving shortly after.  He is promising me he wants to take me to dinner that Friday.  Fine whatever.  This starts our long line of texting.  I start noticing.  He is FUCKING INSANE.  Like off the charts, wears his mothers clothing while playing the acoustic guitar naked and looking in the mirror - INSANE.

WTF...Skinny girls aren't supposed to have problems like this!  SOMEONE LIED TO ME!

Cut to Friday..I tell this guy to NEVER contact me again and figure out how to block him from calling (thanks google!).  As I'm doing this I get a message on OKcupid from a guy who looks like he is JUST my type...Blond, Blue eyed, Midwestern.  I agree to go out with him that night.  And than we dated for 8 months.  So my "Slutbatical" was 3 days of texting a potential serial killer.

Sadly, or not so sadly (as that relationship seemed to to be one of connivance and less of actual giving a shit) ended.

So now I'm back in it.  Skinnier and more lost than ever.  I miss the "what if" dude daily and talk to him on and off.  He's the worst thing for me and I keep doing it.  I'm pissed that my bf of connivance has moved on to a 30 year old hipster with a fucking cat and plastic bows in her hair.  She looks like she only speaks in a baby voice and she is absolutely called something that ends in a "y" or "i".

So now I think my entire approach to dating needs to change since I did.  I'm going into "Skinny Bitch Mode"