Of Mice and Men

I dated a guy for a few months last year. We laughed and had a good time. The relationship was never going anywhere, and frankly, that's why I ended it. I came to my senses and realized that I should only be dating people whom I can actually introduce to my parents.

I found out a few months later that he had been cheating on me. I was shocked - he really hadn't seemed like the two-timing type - and hurt. A guy friend of mine said to me, "Are you sure you were exclusive?"

How typical. Yes, I'm fairly certain. Especially since he started referring to me as his girlfriend far before I was ready to call him my boyfriend. We spent New Years Eve together, he planned an elaborate date for my birthday and he introduced me to his parents. In this city, how much more exclusive can you get? If you're reading this: I know everything, you're a piece of dreck, and karma is a bitch.

This situation brought a lot of things to a head for me. 1) Trust really is sacred. 2) Since I moved here, I've only dated guys whom I knew I had no future with. Albeit some of them are great and I'm happy to have them as friends, but there hasn't been one real possibility of something beyond a few months of fun.

I have met one guy this year who I think is great. The kind of great that used to mean something. The thing is, I really don't even know if I will ever speak to or see him again, if he reads the blog, and even so, if he would know that I'm referring to him.

I know it sounds melancholy, but it's not. It's hope. And no need for the "You're so young!" and "It will happen!" comments. I love you all for leaving them, but, I know and I know.

And with that said, I'm taking a much needed blog hiatus. Life is hectic and something's gotta give. Unfortunately, this week that's JGIWC (the website, NOT the lifestyle). I will return on Monday, November 17 so please check back then!

I am always available at jgiwc.tag@gmail.com if you need me. Have a wonderful week!