The upside of rejection

So I asked a guy out for the first time ever last night, and he politely said that he wasn’t into it. While my tequila and beer addled brain handled it somewhat well, I woke up in the morning and felt quite annoyed about no longer having the potential of a hook up. However, there are certain upsides. So, A LIST!

  • People want to eat ice cream with you
  • You get ALL the hugs
  • People want to take you out for tea (including driving you there)
  • People want to take you out for consolation-drinks
  • People give you kudos for having the ballovaries to ask the (wo)man out. 
  • You can cross it off your list
  • You get sudden bursts of ‘Hah! I’ll show him!’, and feel like working out and getting back into shape all of a sudden
  • Permission to watch romantic comedies 

I haven’t  been blogging recently because I’ve been running around actually doing stuff. I did a play, I went to my first ever Red-Light Party, went to a Ceili (so much fun!), learned how to waltz, and I asked a guy out for the first time ever- yesterday- and also got rejected for the first time ever. I have been coping by a) wailing to my friends, b) imagining the hilarious short-story/ blog post I’m going to turn this whole deal into, and c) eating the maple fudge and toffee cheese I have in my fridge from my trip to Vincenzo’s last night.

For long-time readers of the blog (if indeed you still exist), I’m still with the boyfriend. We’re in an open relationship, and it is pretty fucking awesome albeit a little bit weird to be able to discuss with your boyfriend, how best to ask out this other guy. 

Anyway, long somewhat funny post on being a woman and doing the ill-conceived asking coming up soon-ish.