Guess What I Got?

A JOB. A FULL-TIME JOB LIKE THE ADULT I AM DAMMIT!

That's been brewing for I don't know how long. Glad I got it off my chest.

Annnnywayyyy, how ARE my sweet, silent readers? Anything interesting happen while I was away? No? Nothing? I find that hard to believe. When y'all get over your fear of comments, tell me what's new in your lives. Love to hear it.

Next, I'm not sure at what point I left off in my horribly cliché story about me and the Marine, but I'll finish it out to the best of my ability. I'm sure you're dying to hear about it. Well, we tried that whole flirt on the phone thing, sending naughty things to one another, then he pumped the brakes and said it was because there was too much drama going on. Flash forward a few weeks to a month (can't remember, it feels so long ago), and we start it up for one steamy night of desperate pleas for dirty pictures on his end and hesitance/annoyance on my end. We just started talking again can you keep it in your pants for one night so we can have a normal conversation oh my GOD please stop sending me pictures of your dick seriously dude?

So the next day his Aunt passes away and he doesn't know when he'll be free because he's got to hang out with the family for a while. That same day he goes bowling with some girl, let's call her Jay. Surprisingly, he spends almost all week with this Jay person. He even documents it on Facebook so it pops up in my feed. How nice of him. They have cute dates at her house, and she goes to family parties with him. Lovely.

I seek advice from my brother Roosevelt, who is a fucker to girls he dates as well. Roo tells me that the Marine is a smooth operator, much like himself, so he's going to have four to five different girls. A phone girl, a date girl, a fuck buddy, a family functions girl, and an indefinite number of "other city" girls. Sometimes a girl can be more than one category. Sometimes a category can have more than one girl. (**I should state that this is all my brother's point of view and should not be taken as fact, but as opinion.**)

After reviewing the facts as I laid them out, Roo determines that I am the Marine's phone girl and an other city girl. He's perfectly content to talk to me on the phone and ask for pictures of my snooch, but that's as far as he wants it to go. No dates, no fun nights in the sack, none of that ish. Just texting, pictures, and the occasional phone call if it can't be avoided.

You all know me. You know that's not how I roll. I'm in it to win it, okay? And I hate being lied to. He's not busy with family stuff. He's off chasing another girl! Which, okay. I don't have dibs or anything, but he could at least be up front about it, you know?

"But Cathryn, that's not how these guys operate. It's all a big web of lies, misleading statements, and avoidance of the problem."

Well self, he just needs to get over that shit, cause I'm an adult and I want an adult partner, dammit!

So he told me he'd call when he was free, and I took him at his word. It's been a month now, and I haven't heard anything. He's been making all sorts of plans on Facebook, and there's a party at his place or one of his sisters' places every other week, it seems like. I guess it's not that big of a deal for him. He can always find another phone girl.

I'm really proud of myself for not cracking and contacting him. To be honest, I haven't thought of him too much this past month. I mean, yeah, I'm writing about it, but I haven't been sitting by my phone, waiting for him to text me. I've been out interviewing, working, GETTING A BIG GIRL JOB, and having fun with my brother Roosevelt and his BFF Darion, who is like another little brother for me. I usually break first and try again to make plans when someone blows me off, but not this time! Now that I have other things to worry about, this doesn't seem like a big deal anymore. So he doesn't want to talk to me anymore, who cares? I'm probably better off without him, and I'll find someone more my speed. Parties aren't really my scene anyway, and that's all the Marine seems to want to do.

On another note, my friend of 21 years is in Massachusetts for the summer for an internship. So proud of her, but missing the things we usually do in the summer, like get lunch and watch movies at the theater, our annual Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter marathons, and picking a show to watch together. That and drinking and playing Domino Train and Jenga and King's Cup and Smart Ass and Scattergories. My brother Dylan is also on an internship in a small town 6 hours away from home. Proud of him as well, but the same things also apply, since he's usually with us when we partake in the aforementioned activities. My friend pool went from 8 to maybe 3 to 5, depending on what day it is and who's working, so it's a big change.

Welp, I've got an absolute bitch of a headache, so I'm going to bed. I'll be on later, and sooner than the last time. It's been a busy year, friends.

 Night all!