You know that phrase “you live and ya learn” …. I have not yet acquired that skill. For example, promptly after exiting a relationship with a fellow teacher, I swore off all relationships with future co workers, then approximately 25 hours later jumped head first (literally) into a relationship with a teacher at my brand new school leading to a WORLD of awkward run ins and one very mean post card.
I also have a fondness for hooking up with strangers in public bathrooms that I can’t seem to shake. Maybe its the excitement of getting caught in that act or the aroma of urinal cakes that I’m addicted too, either way I feel like delving into the bathroom hookup fetish I seem to be cultivating could unload some weird psychological shit I don’t want to realize about myself… so I’m gonna just let that slide.
For all two of you who read my blog (Looking at you Corinne and Nicole), I will clarify that although I do enjoy a sloppy make out sesh while heavily intoxicated at a bar I am much to old for, I have never been a fan of the one night stand. Having said that, this summer I’ve been trying to live as though I’m a much less fashionable and more insecure version of Carrie Bradshaw. I told myself, “lets try to squish as many dates as I can into a very short period of time, this way I can expand my chances of finding someone who I don’t mind faking an orgasm for.” In my mind I formulated a dating schedule akin to what I believe a modern day Carrie Bradshaw would have developed: I set up 3 bumble dates on Monday through Wednesday, one date with a past flame on Thursday, and then a tinder date for Friday.
After 5 of those dates I can honestly say all I ended up with was 200 more dollars of credit card debt, one offer from a moderately famous comedian to become one of his many NYC mistresses, a t-shirt tan line, one make out with yet ANOTHER CO WORKER WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, and a crush on a girl with some serious psychological problems. I swear to our lord and savior Jesus Christ, you can put me in a room with about 40 human beings, and I will immediately try to hook up with the ONE person who identifies strongly as a psychopath (most likely in a bathroom).
After my failure to locate a mate for life in my Bradshaw week, I decided the best thing to do was continue the destruction of my liver. (obviously) SO onto the 5$ bottles of Andre it was. I somehow bribed my normally level headed friend to drink for a straight 12 hours with me and ended up interacting with not one, but THREE of my exes, of no fault of my own mind you. This happens all of the time. It’s as if they hold a convention, and decide exactly when they are all going to just FUCK MY SHIT UP. Here is an idea of how their convention might go:
Ex #1: “Alright ladies and gentlemen, we are here to make sure that Sarah’s mental health is always a bit shaky, when is everyone free?”
Ex #2 and #3: “August works for us! Anyone else?”
Ex #4: “Dammit, I have a vacation planned, but I can angrily DM her on instagram completely unprompted in July if that helps?”
Ex #1: “Great idea! Okay the rest of us will take August and use all social media platforms to make her feel things such as guilt, anger, and maybe even sorrow if we’re lucky! Great meeting! See you again in 2018”
I wonder where all my exes meet. Probably in a McDonald’s somewhere, they’re all pretty cheap. ANYWAYS.. maybe the one lesson I’ve learned is that no matter how horrible a breakup was, time really does heal all wounds. Even the ones left on your ear after one ex bites your earlobe WAY too hard when trying to be kinky. (Pro tip- nibbling is always welcome, but when you’re starting to draw blood maybe take a step back and think about whether YOU would like to be gnawed on like an overcooked steak)
So there it is folks (Corinne and Nicole), my mistakes from the past month. I can say though, that it was pretty worth it, I have a somewhat better handle on my sexuality, confirmed that my gag reflex really is just gone forever thanks to some pretty thorough conditioning with a tooth brush in my teen years, and spent some amazing nights wandering around NYC wildly intoxicated with some amazing friends.
Thanks summer 2017, in the fall I hope to increase my self confidence to maybe a 6/10 and limit my bathroom hookups and the incidents in which I dunk my new Iphone into an entire cup of cheap champagne to 0 (even though the new Kesha album still absolutely KILLS IT even when submerged in Andre).