Day 81 of Singledom

Holy Blackout. I am assuming I had a great time last night. Drank alot of car bombs, drowned my pissed off attitude towards The Ex in Jameson. So I ended up bringing some Arm Candy, cute, young, great body but not much going on upstairs which is fine because he required no conversation. When we get there the look on people's face was worth it. They were shocked that not only did I not bring The Ex but I brought a hotter taller version of him. Petty on my part to want to do that? Yes. But I am ok with that. The fact that The Ex called me at 2:30 and then again at 3:30, ya know, just to make sure I made it home ok was kinda funny too. Now I will have to see if I can locate my purse!