I know, it’s a new year and I should be feeling optimistic about the future. I’ve come a long way over the past year (emotionally, academically, professionally) and I am supposed to be looking forward to everything that the next year has to give me.
But really? I am less than excited. I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, but my 2009 is off to a pretty shitty start (and it’s only been a day!). Last night was fun and all, but my inability to consume alcohol made me ready to end the night a lot sooner than everyone else. The only person who called to wish me a happy new year was my mother (she also made sure to remind me only to take a yellow cab home…duh) and while I love her dearly, I wish I hadn’t screwed things up so much with my college friends. And really, I wish I had a guy in my life who cared about me. I know it’s lame and I don’t need a man to make me happy, but it’s like that episode of Sex and the City when it’s Carrie’s 35th birthday and she realizes that she really does want a guy in her life even though she’s strong and independent.
This whole online dating experience made me realize that I am not so good with the casual dating. I am much more of a relationship person and I really do want to have another relationship. This is not about the Ex…we haven’t spoken in almost three weeks and I have no desire to change that. I know I want something new, something better.
The worst part is that I thought I had all these options and now I am back where I started. It turned out I didn’t like Red at all and I told him I just wanted to be friends. TLS was great and I liked him a lot (too much even). We had a date planned for tomorrow night, but tonight I came home to an email from him.
It said:

