Despite my click baity (that’s a word, right?) title, I am not getting married. Not even close. I’m not even dating. Although last night I did have a dream that someone asked me out. So that’s something. Although he had no teeth, and smelled distinctly of urine, I still said yes, so it counts.
Apparently the men in Charlotte are not ready for these little rolls of love on my sides, the brightly colored rainbow hues I often rock on my lips and nails or this swirling mass of bees I call hair. *Shrug*
I have been off the dating (and every other) scene for a while, and for good reason. I finally got a new job and was being held hostage for 10 weeks for training. Sweet, sweet, useful training, 90% of which I forgot before I even settled into my cubicle. *Shrug x2*
The job is better than my old one in a few ways. I am not inhaling exhaust fumes for several hours a day, I’m not being attacked by fruit flies and I am being paid a liveable wage. They are always feeding us for one reason or another though, so if the Charlotte men dont like my love rolls now, theres no hope for me.
Now the bad. Unfortunately, unlike my old gig I do not get to abuse Netflix and well, chill like I used to. I have to use decorum in real life and dress semi professionally. And they expect me to adhere to a schedule! Hence the worst.
My son left for Airforce boot camp 8 weeks ago, which takes the total of friends/ people I know really well here to about 2.5. All these years I kept meaning to cultivate a life for myself but there was always something else that needed to be done for the kid. So now theres no kid, but no life either. I keep hearing about how many things there are to do here, how charlotte is “up and coming” but I’m really not seeing it. Maybe I have to look closer. Getting manicure’s and going to the grocery store do not an exciting life make.
The way I figure it I have two choices. I can either get to trying to make some kind of a life here, or I can start collecting cats…and do you think im changing litter with these nails?