January 2011

So, last year was wasted - lets see how I waste this year.....

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13th January 2011.
Weirdly, I have the last person I actually dated (which was knocking on three years ago now) lecturing me on how to get someone new. It takes the whole "friend taking in an interest" thing to a slightly unsettling place. Though at least now no longer is someone who breaks club rules (yes, I'm a dirty old man). I'm getting such tips as (if boiled down to essentials) "when using internet dating, you profile should tell flattering lies". Still, all things considered, I probably do need the help. Pining over someone who wants me is not a life plan that will end well for me, time I went about trying to find someone who might be, at least, willing to settle for me.
Going out for dinner with Anson distracted me from writing, I'll do that catch up later. Though it is getting so far behind that my goldfish memory shall become an issue.

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14th January 2011.
So. Christmas time. I mostly spent it drinking too much to avoid having to think about all the time I was spending with family or friends. I hate the "festive period" quite hard.
New Year's eve I backed out of plans to go away with Oli and Bridget as it just wasn't appealing and had plans to go t a BBQ at midget's instead. Rain put me off this plan so I was running rather late about leaving when my ex invited me around for a quiet night of pizza, movies and heavy drinking. The New Year's eve part of the evening was actually pretty awesome. Maybe alittle awkward and uncomfortable after our year of not so much as acknowledging the others existence, but that just led to my drinking more than I ought to have. After midnight things went horribly wrong. I was drunk enough to think I was getting signals that I wasn't. I made a scene and a giant fool of myself. There was much awkwardness. I crashed in the guest bad and spent a large chunk of the night awake and wondering if I should be slipping out before morning so as to not have made my outstaying my welcome horribly worse. In the morning I felt like crap, hang over, sleep deprivation and shame. The trifecta, or possibly trinity. My first act of the morning was to swear off alcohol for the year (which lasted until the evening of the 7th).