And Sunday always comes too late « Dating is Miserable

14Mar/1013

And Sunday always comes too late

Sundays are the worst.

There is nothing like Sunday to remind you of your single status. My sister is gearing up her husband and the neicelings for another busy week. Dee and her fiancé do "scrub down Sunday" on their apartment. Sunday is the day you recap the weekend with your honey and de-stress before another busy week of workin' for the man. Sunday is an official relationship holiday equal to New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, or Halloween.

This Sunday I am even more aware of my single status since I had a bit of a rough night last night.

It started pleasantly enough with a house warming party in Oakland. The traditional Blow Your Lunch Punch (pretty much everything in your liquor cabinet mixed with champagne) and Lady Gaga dance party made an appearance. As I headed to a club in San Francisco I stopped to use the bathroom and was <sarcasm> thrilled </sarcasm> at a lovely interaction with the local PD about my "solicitation" practices.

My dress was sexy but it wasn't that scandalous.

I drank WAY too much and danced (a sure sign I drank too much) at the club and decided 3:45 AM was the perfect time to call last weekend's hot make out session that I've hung out with a few times since and assault him with the "What are we doing?" question.

His answer did not make me too happy.

I, yet again, got the "I just got out of a long relationship and despite the fact I'm 30-ish I'm really just into acting like a drunk frat boy and banging a lot of broads".

At least he was honest.

The joy of it all? I CRIED. Yes, C.R.I.E.D. It wasn't the fact this guy doesn't like me, I get rejected constantly, it just played into the fact I consistently feel completely inadequate around the guys I like. I feel like I'm never good enough.

me: I hate dudes like so much
Friend: I hate them too
its not your fault at all
you are gorgeous, funny, easy to talk to, you make people feel really good about themselves, you are accomplished, you like beer, you are basically every man's dream
and these stupid boys don't deserve you
me: around dudes I'm just a dud

If my ego and liver weren't already bruised enough I'm also sporting this lovely gem with little clue as to how I got it.

So here I sit on Relationship Sunday wishing there was someone here to watch movies with and laugh about how ridiculous my life is.

Sundays are the worst.

Misery loves company:

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Lizz
March 15th, 2010 - 01:04

Well, I also think you are WONDERFUL and then some. This is a rough patch, but you’ll come through. Not only are you fabulous as of right now, but you are also growing, changing, and learning (hello! if nothing else, that is documented right here in this blog). I can’t (and won’t) make any promises about future Prince Charmings, but I can say that it’s worth holding out for someone who is worth your time. Someone who isn’t one of these lame-os who clearly have no appreciation for the amazing woman in front of them. And in the mean time, you have the fortune of being a tough, smart chick who can stand on her own two feet.

<3 Hang in there.
somebody
March 15th, 2010 - 02:45

you are pretty cool. the bruise(s) will heal. you’ll meet the right guy sooner than ya think.
paul
March 15th, 2010 - 03:20

1) I am totally curious at that lovely looking patch you have there. How DID you score that??
2) Sundays, I find are the ‘best’. The final day before work week happens, so give it everything you got left. Drink, dance, smoke, dance, drink. You only live once. Then trudge through monday work, somehow.
3) You in that dress is totally hot and sexy, and nothing near scandalous.
4) Sorry about crying, men suck.
5) <3. What Lizz said.
6) weeee it's past 3am
tabitha
March 15th, 2010 - 10:29

Oh my god. It’s not that I don’t LOVE reading your blog and hearing about all the losers/douchebags/immature idiots you date but seriously, you need to lock it up.

Stop assuming that its YOU. It’s not – trust me. You are awesome and 100% bang-worthy, and not just for one night, but in fact are bonafide, Grade-A relationship material. And I am only one of several people I know who would agree with this statement.

I know it sucks being single on Sundays. I did my time just like you’re doing yours. But you aren’t alone on a Sunday or getting rejected on a Saturday because there’s something wrong with you. Get that through your head before I see you next or there will be a major beat down. A loving one, of course.
amanda
March 15th, 2010 - 11:35

OMG YOU GUYS!! This wasn’t a fishing for compliments post but I ♥ you all!

Tabitha I will stop being a pussy…though I light beating sounds fun!
A
March 15th, 2010 - 20:34

It’s funny, but I felt the same way just yesterday. Sunday’s really are the worst days for single folk.

Tell you what: the next time you inexplicably find yourself in Atlanta, Georgia, I’ll order us two Sweet-water 420s. Deal?
amanda
March 16th, 2010 - 11:10

A it sounds like a plan!
A
March 16th, 2010 - 12:15

Cool. (…and I’m guessing that SF, unlike Six Flags, isn’t a ‘hop, skip and jump away’ from the ATL?)
Susan
March 16th, 2010 - 15:53

It’s not you, but it’s the places you go. You met this jerk in a bar after drinking too much, didn’t you? Don’t just “look for single guys” – because then all you’ll have in common is that you’re single! Develop your hobbies and then date men who share those hobbies – worked for me, even if it took awhile – and it was worth the wait!
amanda
March 16th, 2010 - 15:55

I actually did NOT meet him in a bar. Which is pretty shocking. I think I’ve only met two people I’ve dated in a bar and I’m still pretty good friends with one of them actually.
Tyler
March 17th, 2010 - 10:00

Wow!! What a bruise!
Lizz
March 17th, 2010 - 13:48

Susan,
I hate to say it, but there are jerks everyone. Friends of friends can be jerks. Friends you meet through hobbies can be jerks. Jerks are not only strangers-you-met-in-a-bar, unfortunately.
Lizz
March 17th, 2010 - 13:49

*everywhere

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