Manic Monday: crazy weekend, a tale of three guys and t-minus three days until T-Day…

Oy – I had a nutso weekend.  It was a whirlwind of parties and working and studying and vegging out on the couch with mah roommate trying to recover from partying, working and studying until mah brain was fried.

Thursday was my b-day which involved me drinking b-day drinks at a neighborhood bar w/friends & then consuming a bottle of wine w/my roommate… Friday was my b-day party (which ended at 5:30 am w/me passing out face first in my bed.)  Saturday I worked all day and then had friends over to watch movies/drink wine… yesterday I worked all day and then Carla and I got burgers from Bill’s Place and sat on the couch in near comatose states watching movies.

Given the general level of fatigue I feel after this weekend I’ve come to the conclusion that I am now officially too old to party like a rock star such as I did in my 20’s… I mean, I can still do it; but, I feel like crap and have a very difficult time focusing on stuff like work or school the following day.  This is in stark contrast to my youth when my friends and I would go out four to five nites a week, drink like fish and I would still get up hangover free to attend my tap-dancing class at 7:45 or go to work crazy-long-ass shifts at the record store I worked for.

Sigh… this is the first negative aspect of my 30’s that I’ve found to this point.  Whatevs.

So, I’ve recently started dating again.  It’s been a year (last week) since my ex-boyfriend dumped me (I’m not too proud to say that) a week before my b-day and the day I started a new job… while I’m not butthurt anymore over this series of events I have taken my time to just be by myself.  This is not to say that I didn’t have the random hook-ups and casual dates; but, I really only viewed these as means to meeting new and interesting people to hang out with.  I hardly considered them serious dating prospects.

Anyhow – in typical me fashion – I have manged to get myself entangled with a multitude of gentlemen – all of whom are frustrating the crap out of me in one way or another.  Here’s what’s going on:

-Guy #1 is a guy who’s been a good friend for a while now.  I adore him more than chocolate and actually harbored a big-azz crush on him a year or so ago… I never really thought about dating him until he laid a knee-weakening kiss on me about a month ago.  The problem is that we are both so effing busy that we are never able to find time to hang out.  Even if we could find time to hang out, I don’t know if this would actually go anywhere beyond a FWB situation because he’s super independent and has successfully avoided having a girlfriend for many years.

-Guy #2 is a guy who I met because of my whole “finding a date on CL” article.  He was one of the many dudes who responded to my personal ad; and, one of the three who I went out with in context of researching the article.  On paper he seems like the perfect guy for me: he’s super nerdy and into all the same things as I am and he’s also pretty easy on the eyes.  Plus, we went out on three very very VERY successful dates – on one of which he was exposed in ONE NIGHT to all my crazy Yelp friends and my nearest/dearest improv friends – on which he continually told me how cool I was, how hot he thought I was and a variety of other complimentary things.  I thought this was actually kinda going somewhere until such a time as he spent the night at my apartment and then freaked out and sent me a “it’s not you it’s me, can we slow down” email.  I don’t know that this guy is even a contender anymore; but, I mention him because I happened to run into him last week and invited him to “hang out” at some point in the not so distant future.  And, if I were ever to be realistic about guys I know w/boyfriend potential – as in: someone who’d be good for me – this is the only guy I know who is nice, normal and stable.

-Guy #3 is a guy who is 100% wrong for me in all respects.  He’s too young, he just moved to the city, he’s someone I met and made out with in a bar, he’s blown me off on a couple of occasions for video games – which aside from meaning that he’s completely clueless about women, also may mean that he’s “just not that into me.”  He sends a shitton of mixed signals in regard to if he’s interested in me or not.  Not to mention he’s friends w/all my guy friends so I know that there’s a lot of chit-chat going on about “what’s going on with Guy #3 and Kate?”  Which is never a good deal.  However, for some reason I’m completely smitten with him.  He makes my palms sweat and my heart beat fast.  Not to mention that he does seem sweet and is fun to hang out with; and, he called me up on the phone and asked me out on a date…  I don’t know what to make of this kid.

One of my friends came over a couple of days ago and said “what’s going on w/you and Guy #3?  You’re going to break him in half over your knee if you’re not careful.”  Apparently I am known w/in my group of friends as some sort of “maneater.”  Which, honestly, I find SUPER amusing given the fact that I have never, ever broken up with anyone other than my ex-husband.  Of all the men I’ve dated in my life I have 99.9% of the time been the one who got fucked over and hurt.  So, chances are much more likely that if I get involved with ANY of these guys that I’ll be the one crying in my drink a month, two months, a year, two years from now when it ends badly.

I’m beginning to think I’d be much better off just staying single forever and buying a really good vibrator.  Between the fact that I am generally attracted to disaster area men who end up treating me badly; and, the fact that my general neurosis paralyzes me and prevents me from acting even semi-normal around romantic prospect, I think that pretty much every dating situation I get into is in some way doomed from the start.

Blah.

T-minus three days until I have five days off to rest and relax.  I do have to work over the weekend; but, I’ll be telecommuting so it’s not such a bad deal.  I am having peeps over for dinner and movies on Wed nite, T-day is going to be spent volunteering at the San Francisco Food Bank and I’m unsure what the weekend will bring.  Probs drinking and hanging out.  I don’t have to be back at class until 11am on Monday morning.  I’m totally stoked.

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