Hump Day. It’s the middle of the week and we are in the long stretch to the weekend. We start coming up with grand ideas of what to take up our weekend with.
It’s the same every weekend. And I typically find myself either doing my own thing ( spur of the moment trips to see my family or out of town friends ) or sneak my way into my friends plans.
See, this is what happens when you are the only single one left. And at times I don’t mind it. I like being able to choose which set of friends to hang out with.
Whom shall I bestow my presence upon?
But I find it funny how all my fiends with boyfriends must do what their boyfriends want. And yes, I have been guilty of it myself. For instance, last weekend when I had a date, I wanted to meet my friends but the guy didn’t want to. Why do I let a man dictate what I do with my time? I decided to not see my friends and stay on the date, but for what?
It was a great date, but the aftermath is lackluster.
Back to the weekend….
Wednesdays cause me slight anxiety not knowing where I will find myself or what I will be doing. And this whole dating thing is a total shit show. Who knew it would be so hard to find someone you connect with? It use to be so easy….