Love on the Rocks by Brandy Alexander
Ok.... So here we go. I'm 26, a bartender in Fullerton, and a career college student. I love my family, friends, job, botox, blueberry vodka crans, my cat Tink, traveling, the sun, etc etc. I’m starting this little public journal to share with everyone who visits this totally rad site, and I suppose whoever else may be interested, the many wild and crazy escapades of life as a single 20something in the OC. And for all of you who are happily in relationships, this is what us who are out here on the market have to deal with. So today we'll do a brief catch up so I can just jump right in.
A little background on how I got to this very single and ready to mingle stage of my life… It all started about 8 months ago, when I invested far too many emotions in someone, that should have just served his purpose, as a rebound. #1 rule in dating, which I failed to recognize, is to identify that a rebound should remain just that and only that. But anyways, this particular guy is a bartender at the bar where I used to spend the majority of my free time. Bad idea # 1… Everyone knows don’t shit where you eat. The point in which I realized I needed to reanalyze my life choices was at the very moment I was being carried out by one of the bouncers (who I had a one nighter with a little over a month later) screaming, "Do you know who I am?? Nobody denies this!!!" So the next morning when I woke up to a wet sandwich in my purse (apparently my friend tried to take both her sandwich and drink togo as I was kindly being “escorted” out) I decided my next venture in life would be to test the waters of the dating world.. And by testing the waters I mean, I have seriously jumped all the way in several times since that moment of glory.
These past 8 months have been a roller coaster of absolute hilarity. The things I have encountered along this journey could not even be dreamt up. Ditching dates, POF disasters, one night stands, my barback, a broken neck, a Frat boy, road trips, a black BMX rider, a Supercross Rider, his bestfriend, etc, etc etc…
So at the moment I am currently not doing so well in the dating department! I royally screwed things up with a really great guy all because of drunk texting… Hey, what can I say, I like to party. This guy is not only totally hot, he has a really successful business that allows him pretty much all the freedoms of the world. Not to mention a super nice Corvette that I could definitely get used to being carted around in. I finally find someone whose lack of schedule happens to work perfectly with my crazy schedule and I manage to F it up. Here’s the convo that did it in:
Me: Some ECard saying, I want to do boring things with you.
Me: What I meant is that I don’t want to be out doing random things. I want to be with you.
Him: Awww you still sicky?
Me: Still sicky but out because I can’t bet
Him: Can’t bet?
Me: I wasn’t done but accidentally sent that.
Me: I’m out because I can’t be stuck inside anymore.
Me: I sent that because I wanted to tell you I like you and I want to stay in and hang with U
Me: I love how u don’t respond when I say something serious. After all this time I’m telling you I like u and I don’t want any games.
Me: Do what u want… I won’t worry.
Him: Hah sounded like you were out having a good time. What do you want me to say?
Me: I am out. But I told you my days off and I was hoping you would want to do something together.
Him: Thought you said you were sick… Then you said you’re out now. So yea was confused
Me: Clearly you wanted to always hang out for the chase. I want you and only you and you were only in it for the chase. I feel. I don’t know. All I know is I have feelings invested and I hope you do too.
Him: Ha now you want me? You were distant for a long time. What changed?
Me: I want to go have fun with you and your friends. I want u to come out with my friends and I
Me: Nothing changed I just stopped being a dummy
Him: Why were you a dummy before?
Me: Because I liked u and was not too sure because I don’t normally like anyone so I was f’d up
Me: I’m over being out without someone I care about!!!
Me: I’m the oldest person at the bar I’m at and I would trade it for a night in bed with you
Me: F u no response to me
Him: Didn’t know you were waiting for one… Well that’s sweet. Good night.
Me: Sweet! All I have been waiting for is for you to say that u want to see me. Come get me!!!!
Me: Wow nothing. I want to see you!!!
Me: Listen, I like you so much and it sucks because I feel like you don’t like me the same.
Me: OMG… I am so sorry I’m a crazy person. I need a breathalyzer installed on my phone. I don’t even want to reread these.
Him: Hope you read through all those texts so you know how crazy you are
Me: I did
Me: That’s a little mean
Him: When you said “f u”? Yea it was..
So I guess that’s how the cookie is crumbling… I wrote on Facebook 2 days later in hopes he would read that I have now installed a new app that prevents me from drunk dialing. This app is genius, before you go out you can hide selected contacts from yourself for a certain period of time. I have yet to go out since I installed this app but I’m thinking my dating life can only yield vast improvements from this restriction.
One thing you all will learn about me is I always have at least 3-4 guys on deck, in case things with the current boy don’t work out. I have mastered the art of faking a crazy busy schedule and blowing guys off, just enough so they will still want to hang out when I ready to bring them up to bat. (Sorry for all the baseball puns, I’m also a cleat chaser) Don’t mistake this blow off practice for me taking full advantage of guys; I do it to protect myself from dwelling to hard when things go south.
With that little disclaimer being thrown out there, I have plans on Friday with a really hot blonde from Santa Monica who has Clippers season tickets. Score! He’s someone I came across on POF about 4 months ago but never actually met. After I f’d things up with that last guy I sent a random, “Hey! How are things? My schedule has finally cleared up a bit.” When I apologized for not talking for awhile he responded, “As long as we are talking now I don’t care.” I wish things could always be so easy. We have dinner plans Friday night but I’m thinking doing a group bar hopping night will be much more enjoyable. Possibly a recipe for disaster for a first date… Stay tuned.