But You Know It's a Lonely Ride

How are things on the West Coast?

I hear you're movin' real fine

You wear those shoes like a dove

Now strut those shoes

We'll go roaming in the night

Well how are things on the West Coast?

You keep it movin' to your soul's delight

Now I've tried the brakes
I've tried but you know it's a lonely ride
How are things on the West Coast?
Oh and move heaven behind those eyes…

 

I have so many things swimming around in my head, so I’m not sure what to write about since nothing that exciting’s happening. Just a lot of angst and existential dilemmas. The usual. This past week was cloudy and cold so it gave me the sads. But today was sunny, so I’m canceling the move to Oahu. For now.

Let’s see, I went on some dates with some boring stable guys and also on some fun dates with bad boys who I suspect were looking for more than the peck on the cheek they got. Over it. My friend told me I was trying too hard to find someone. Well of course I am. I figured Peter Pan Diego would be way better for my career. But I also assumed that it’d be easier to find a cool boyfriend here because San Diego has a pretty large concentration of guys who love the ocean, and are active, and are probably semi-smart because they have to have a decent job if they can afford to live here. So since I put a lot of effort into making my life awesome, I thought maybe I should put some effort into finding an awesome guy.

After a year, I can say that I have no idea what makes me happy when it comes to dating. My parents were complete opposites, and their marriage sucked, so I have no desire to date my opposite. (If you still don’t believe that opposites are bad, see all GPG entries.) But someone who’s just like me would be soooo annoying. There can only be one person doing the over-analyzing, and that is me. I am tempted to scrap the dates I have scheduled for this week and just go back to filling up all my spare time with stuff that makes me happy. Oh and I can see you all being like “Yes, Dramazon. Do what makes you happy. You will find him when you least expect it."

Don’t make me puke. I am sooo sick of hearing how everyone found someone when they least expected it. Oh really? Were you walking around with zero makeup on, wearing sweatpants, eating a gallon of ice cream, and wiping the grease from your hair when you met your dreamboat? Because if you really weren’t looking, that’s what you would have been doing!!! I am doing what makes me happy. In fact, I’m a g.d. expert at it. It’s what I do best! And while I was becoming an expert at not waiting around for a guy, I never picked up the skills that you need in order to make a relationship work. So thanks for the great advice, everyone!

What do you think all of the solo vacations, solo concerts, solo road trips, solo surf sessions, solo real estate purchases, solo multiple cross-country moves, grad school, and the riding lessons were all about? I’ve never been one to follow what everyone else is doing (marry, have kids, divorce, marry), but I’m kind of starting to suspect that my independence is a crutch of sorts. I’m assuming your 20s are all about doing what you think adults are supposed to do. And your 30s are all about realizing how doing that is dumb. Or maybe no one is really all that happy, so they have another kid, or have an affair, or turn into swingers in the hopes of finding something fulfilling? That is sad. I am sad. You are sad?

Okay, enough Debbie Downer rambling. Let’s get back to what makes this blog so amazing: pics of me in dresses! I went to Opening Day at Del Mar. I was really excited because I like to wear fancy stuff and I also look really good in hats. I spent a lot of time planning my outfit. The guy I was going to go with, who I had already been out on two dates with, sent me a friend request on fb. I thought that was odd, but figured it was a sign that he liked me. Well. He stood me up for Opening Day! So I had to scramble to go with a friend who is fun because he has an accent and is actually into doing fun things like wearing hats. Here is my outfit:

I wear those shoes like a dove?

Unfortunately, Opening Day wasn’t very fun or fancy. There were a lot of stripper heels and people passed out in the bushes. Lots of great people watching, but I was kind of over after about 10 minutes. But hey, at least I got to check it out. And my horse won its race! But I’d already left and going back to claim my winnings is giving me major anxiety.

Another thing I wanted to do was go on a non-work trip to Vegas. So my friend said he had a suite with plenty of room and I should definitely spend the weekend there. I hopped in my car and made it there in 4 hours. (I was pretty excited about my time.) Obviously, Vegas is super cheesy. However, it is a place where all-night dance parties and high heels are highly encouraged. Sign me up.

Strippers don't wear Alice + Olivia thank you very much!

I am probably the only person in the history of Vegas to not have a fling. My friend acted weird, pouted the whole time, refused to dance or go to any fun pools, and told me that my dress looked stripperish. At one point he told me to get my stuff out of his room because a celebrity doctor had noticed that no one was paying attention to me and decided to chat me up/dry hump my leg. (No it was not Dr. 90210. But he was kinda close.) I am no longer friends with my friend. And when Not Dr. 90210 invited me to his pool on Sunday, I was tempted to go, but I figured it would be more fun to spend the next 7 hours sitting in traffic on the awful drive back to San Diego. Dr. Not 90210 kept texting me to turn around, but I said no, b/c I’m pretty sure I’ll never wake up one day when I’m old and regret not having had more flings with cheesy fake doctors in Vegas. I hope.

Okay, I've gotta go text Granny Panties Guy to bed.