Dirty Messy Everything

Posted on: February 20, 2012

So much stuff. I have SO much stuff. I don’t know where it all came from. I mean, I know I bought it at some point, probably when it was on clearance, but why didn’t I stop!?!? I’m on an absolute moratorium from buying anything except food from now on. [UPDATE 2/21: My moratorium lasted for less than 12 hours. Went to DSW at lunch and ended up with 2 new gorgeous pairs of shoes… and then Ross on the way home and got 2 shirts. Sigh. My name is CurryLove and I’m a shopoholic.]

Since I’d been spending weekends at my family’s place, everything that used to be to properly put away somehow exploded into the bedroom, the living room, the guest room… everywhere. Just like I don’t know how it showed up in my flat, I also don’t know how it escaped from the drawers and closets, but it did.

Being heart-broken really leaves little energy for just basic ‘living’  – you know, doing laundry in a timely manner and then actually putting that laundry away. Washing the sheets. Cleaning the bathrooms. And since I wasn’t around on the weekends, the last thing I wanted to do for the past few months was come home from work and clean. Instead, I came home and ate and watched tv and cried and didn’t really do much else, and that is exactly how my place ended up a disaster zone and I gained a few pounds. Maybe more than a few… My stomach needs its own sports bra at this point.

I was out Saturday night with some friends and had invited this boy that I like. He’s fun and smart and cute and we met at Halloween, before British and I ended things, because again, I guess I always knew deep-down that I couldn’t put all my eggs in the UK basket. This one is also international, from Greece, and super cute. Also possibly super young if I’ve done the math right… there’s an approximate 10 year age difference, but  I haven’t asked how old he is and he hasn’t asked me. We’ve hung out a few times and I’m not really sure where it’s headed or if he’s interested romantically – I can’t actually figure it out.

Anyway, he met up with me and some of my friends at a local bar. My guy friends actually loved him, since he helped by playing wing-man for them.

My friend R was talking to Greek and he mentioned a few times, “Oh, me and CurryLove got back for so long! CL – how long have we known each other??  8 years about??”

Me, with Greek standing right there: “Yeah, just about”

As soon as Greek with to the bathroom, me to R: “Oh my god. Can you shut up about how long we’ve known each other?? I think he knows how old I am but we don’t have to reinforce it all night.”

So the night went on, and all 3 of my friends (2 guys and 1 girl (no pizza place) – and with that, I just dated myself even more) come up to me at some point and in an incredibly surprised tone say, “Wow. He’s really good looking!”

WTF. Why is everyone so surprised at how hot he is? I was slightly offended by the end of the evening.

The night ends, he walks me to the car and we hug goodbye. No kiss! No nothing! Now here is where it gets tricky – R had picked me up  and we’d gone to the bar together. I could’ve played my cards right and asked Greek to take me home.

But I didn’t… know why? BECAUSE MY PLACE WAS A FUCKING MESS! How can I be sexy and romantic with an incredibly hot guy when there are shoes everywhere, the kitchen’s a mess, my bed is half-bed, half-exploded closet? There was no way I could’ve shoved any of it anywhere, even if I’d wanted to.

Being lazy translates to everything, not just the messy flat. I hadn’t shaved ANYTHING for awhile. Legs haven’t seen the light of day in about a month (since Kenya), and I’m pretty sure that was also the last time they saw a razor. My cha-cha has been in mourning as well. Let’s be honest, British was the last boy I slept with and that was September. Enough said.

Basically, there was nothing clean enough, neither me nor my place, that would have let me bring anyone over.

I started working on this today so the next time opportunity presents itself, I can seize it by the balls. Literally.


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