Apartment Woes Pt. 2

Ever since I moved out on my own all the men in my life, past and present, are anxious to come over, spend the night, hang out. *pause* All of a sudden, I am "missed" and we "just haven't spent enough time together lately." *pause* Where is this coming from? I am surely not uber excited to hang out with you, and reminisce about 'old times.' [Sometimes I wish I never sent that ill fated text notifying everyone of my new phone number].


So, as a result I have become a very skilled liar, and avoider. I can conjure up ridiculous tales of why someone can't "just stop by", or "come over and chill". I have become so skilled at the art of avoidance that I find myself accidentally avoiding friends I actually WANT to see. Granted, I haven't been able to freely enjoy this independence of living on my own [for reasons too stressful & lengthy to disclose]. That in conjunction with the constant escape tactics I've been forced to develop, this is making my life tricky. The one benefit is my hectic work schedule. It has calmed down dramatically since September, but from July through September i was working on average 200+ hours a month, seven days a week. Then, it was relatively easy to avoid the menfolk. Now that I am down to the good ole 40 hours a week, with weekends available I have no basis not to see, or be seen. However, I still want to go into hiding.

I have become very skeptical of men who want to come over, "spend some time". This is my castle, my domain, my refuge! I don't want to defile it with some unworthy male specimen who is only after one thing. A romp in the sack [do they still us that phrase?]. Only one man has spent the night, and another came for a brief BORING visit...lol. The night spender.. *sigh* he's another blog for another time, so much has gone on between us...smh. The boring visit, I think I mentioned it in my 2010 post [go read it!]. I say all that to say this, I am not a fan of men in my personal space. Especially when they invite themselves. I feel that when I extend an invitation for you to come over it really means something. I have no problem trekking to your location, braving obstacles and the elements to snuggle up in your bed, in YOUR apartment, and at the end of it all I go home and unwind. Home is where the heart is, and after dealing with the constant battle with my heart at 'his' place I go home to de-stress and put the pieces back together. I want no memories of us snuggled up on the couch watching movies, no memories of me cooking [ok...ordering] dinner in the kitchen. NO! I don't want any of those things in MY apartment!

I want to save my apartment for a RELATIONSHIP, is that weird? That man who I can say without a doubt is my boyfriend/significant other/etc. I don't want to parade men through my apartment who I'm just dating/talking to/etc., no real reason for you to ever see beyond the 1689 on the front of the building. Men have a tendency to get comfortable in your space once you let them in, and in the event to not let anyone get too comfortable I don't invite them into this space. Especially those whom I have had past 'relations' with, no good comes from you stepping through those doors. I have no plans to relapse.

Graduate School

I am in the process of applying to Graduate School. Well one school actually, COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY. Is it pretentious of me to apply to only ONE school? Well there is no other option for me, its Columbia or bust!!! So lets keep our fingers crossed shall we. Masters of Science in Fundraising Management.

I am working, or attempting to start my Statement of Purpose. This is going to be SO hard. I'm pretty good at writing these things, but it takes so much out of me. I literally have to focus all my attention on it, and put in ridiculous amounts of time. In the end, I usually emerge with a GREAT product. Its always that first paragraph thats the hardest.

Due to the IMPORTANCE of this I might be a tad m.i.a. from the blog for a bit, unless something extremely juicy happens..LOL.

2010 Begins

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I've been absent, but SO much has been going on. I'll give you the run down. Lets start with Christmas....

Christmas:

Pretty normal, presents, food, and lots of sleep. The after Christmas I went to my friend's house, and that night was a old flame of mine's going away party (mind you he has not left yet...). He plays basketball, and he's going to play overseas in Brazil, I hope he wraps it up, they have diseases down there too...lol. Back to the story. So we go to Divas Lounge in Montclair, and first off it MUST have been old folks night, because there was A LOT of older people. I was not impressed. But we were already there so why not enjoy it. Grabbed a few drinks and got started on having a good night.

He, lets call him NBA Dude, finally arrives. We do the hug, kiss, glad you came thing. He goes to mingle, I grab another drink and kept it moving. Long story short, it was an alright party, the crowd was just a tad bit too old for my liking.

New Years Eve:

Club Abyss it is. Tickets $40, so it better be a great night. They refuse to play any current music before midnight o.O, so that initially killed my buzz. Fast forward, the group of girls I went with want to leave at 12:30 to go to another spot, so...ermmm, fine okay. Outside, I realize this other spot is the Mansion, I REFUSE to go to the Sigma Mansion, sorry not my kinda thing. So me and a friend dip and go to this dude's hotel party. He likes me, been trying to have my friend hook us up, so why not. Get there, its like a scene from a tacky 90s music video. We walk in the room, do and about face and walk out. moments later, girls run out screaming, they did a champagne shower on the skeezers left in the room. *WHY OH WHY*. I'm in the hallway, drunk, and hungry. Big, thuggish looking dude walks by. "Whats your name?" I ask, "Snacks"...drunkenly assuming if your name is snacks you should have some kind of candy...he does not, and also does not understand my screams of "FALSE ADVERTISEMENT...WHERE ARE THE SNACKS?!" After I carry on like this for a few minutes, we decide to leave and go to an infamous NJ diner. Thats how I entered 2010 o.O.

New Years Resolution:

No sex for the year! I break it within the first week. I call NBA Dude and ask him to come over. Its been 4 years of us going back and forth, he's been calling me nonstop since Christmas, and he's leaving, BINGO, great it works, no new notches on the belt, and he leaves. God punished me, it was the WORST sex of my life. I was literally counting cracks in the ceiling. I guess its not 100% his fault, I mean I didn't give the best performance either. So no more sex, and I mean it this time!

Social Experiment:

I join match.com. Three day trial why not?! I meet a sexy guy, he gives me his email, and emails me right away. His real name is attached to the email. The stalker in me Facebook him. Facebook profile picture. Him dancing w/ a woman in a wedding dress, same woman is in multiple pictures with him looking very much in love. I delete my account on day 2. Match.com is not for me.

Taj Lounge:

I love this place. Friend and I go. She was invited by a new guy she met, who is interested in her. I'm dragged along, no problem here. We get there, VIP shuffled to the front of the line, get in before birthday boy and his entourage..hahaha! He's there with his baby's mother. She is attached to his hip. My friend is mad about this, but is not letting this ruin her night. I say he's a loser, and dance. His entourage are a bunch of hoodlums. Grinding on the dance floor. One girl takes off her shorts/skirt....is picked up, laid on the floor, and grind upon. I am in shock! Taj Lounge will never be the same again. I am embarrassed for them. Move to the other side of the dance floor. Enjoy the rest of my night away from the hoodlums.

Thats how I began 2010. I'm not quite sure how that foreshadows the remaining of the year, at least it will be interesting. :]