Sucking My Will to Live

If you know me, then you know this is a phrase I use a lot. And what a great phrase. There are a few like that in the world. Sucking my will to live, like a monkey in a knife fight, the list goes on. So back to the sucking my will to live. Yeah, ex's are good like that. Except now it's gotten to the point where I want to ask the state of Texas why someone who qualifies for SASH should be allowed free reign with my daughter. Seriously. And that's all I have to say about that.
St. Patrick's Day today, whoo-hoo! This date shall forever be engrained into my head, for one simple reason.... a BOY CALLED ME! Well, not really a boy, a full grown man, and NO, he was NOT looking for my over due bills. BUT STILL! Here's the scoop: I had a date planned with a nice man I had met through Match. We had been chatting, things were moving nicely e-long (get it, e-long, like along, but online? get it?). So we made plans to meet up one night. I got all flustered, called my good friend A.Shine to babysit, and awaiting the phone call. And did it come? Nope, not even a little bit. Now, I haven't dated in awhile, and that's fine, I hear you aren't supposed to when you are married (not if you ask my ex, but hey). Here was the question I thought at the time: I thought you weren't supposed to get blown off until AFTER the first date? I got not a phone call, not an email, not even a TEXT for god's sake. So that was just sort of like, hey, way to suck my will to date with a big fat straw. But I moved on, because seriously, how attached could I possibly be to a guy who I had only ever emailed? Life was good, things were moving along. Then out of freaking nowhere, my phone rings while I'm trying to upload some videos of The Smoodge walking. I look, unknown number. WTF? It is 9:30 at night, entirely too late for the bill collectors and solicitors. So I answer, thinking the highlight of my evening might be jacking with someone who had dialed the wrong number. And GUESS WHO IT WAS? The GUY! The guy that disappeared! Turns out, his grandfather really sick, and he had to put him in the hospital. If you go here, you can read about where my friend A.Shine (that's her street name, I just gave it to her) feels stupid for making an assumption about a person's actions. She is much funnier in her description, and her situation was far more interesting than mine, so read hers, have a good laugh, then come back and understand how dumb I felt for thinking this guy was a giant ass-tard for blowing me off like that. Go ahead, read it, I'll wait.....
Back? Okay good. So anyway, he calls, we talk, he seems like a fairly interesting guy. So now I gotta find a night I can go out. But if he doesn't show....well, I think you all know what list he'll be making it onto. I've already told him not to give me free reign when we do go out, because holy cow, I just might not come back. I already feel bad about the one night I was taken out for my birthday and got thoroughly sloshed for no good reason other than, I was baby free and at a bar. Don't worry my fans, both of you will be updated as to how the date goes :)
What else, what else... I think that's about it. Partially because I've been drinking this fantastic riesling for the last 2 hours...basically since that Boy called me and I needed something to calm my nerves. I seriously need to go to bed because tomorrow starts the part of my week that makes you want to jab a dull pencil in your eye.