How Bizarre, How Bizarre...

I was totally going to try and take a nap before my boo calls once he gets off work tonight but my mind won't stop thinking, thinking loudly for that matter, so it doesn't look like that nap is going to take place.

Yes we know, Osama is dead... As far as this being the "greatest day in history," I disagree. I don't think it's very appropriate that we celebrate someone's death. Can we be thankful over the victory, yes but there's something about being humble that speaks louder than hearing newscasters shouting "OSAMA BIN LADEN IN DEAD...THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY IN HISTORY!" We have to raise above the enemy, not act just like him.
Then again, it was the Navy that found him...and those suits are just so damn cute ;-)

Today was bizarre... probably one of the most bizarre days of my life.

Once I calmed down from having to postpone my planned picnic once again due to my ignorance of planning it on Mother's Day, a day I, nor anyone else, would not be allowed to take off work. The drama begins.

I found out that Scandalous Bitch #2 is still running his mouth in attempt to make me look like a psycho. As always, there's two sides to the story. Leave out the part in which you come to my place of employment with some slut which makes me look bad, but yet tell everyone about the message I sent you in which I recommended for you to delete my number. Keep talking shit scumbag... Karma will come back, right now you're batting 0-2 anyway.

So the day is going pretty normal until the next bizarre thing happens.
One of my friends comes in to Mike's with none other but THE scandalous bitch. Kind of odd considering I've never seen them together regardless that they work with each other. In fact, I hardly ever see either of them come into Mike's. Nonetheless I think nothing of it. I go over to talk to my friend. I sit down and have a pleasant conversation with him, despite whether or not I made either of them uncomfortable...hopefully not but anyhoo... It was then, sitting across from the Scandalous Bitch, that I realized that I have no feelings for him. No lust, no anger, no resentment, no adoration, nothing... It was similar to that moment in which I met up with Ian, looked at him and felt absolutely nothing. He was just another person, another memory of a state I was in in the past. I felt totally refreshed upon this reflection.

I've come to realize that these guys that I've spent so much time chasing are nothing more than a pretty face. There's no complexity to them. They are void of any passion, which is something that drives me the most in my own personal life. I can have a more relevant conversation speaking to a rock than I can with them.

I've also come to the point in my life that I've realized it's not just about finding a pretty face or a chunky guy in a suit. It's about finding someone who is genuine. Someone who honestly cares about me past the ten extra pounds I need to lose or the random mood swings I encounter.
...I think I've found that person. The first couple dates we went on we sat there and spoke like we had known each other for years. There was no awkwardness. I didn't find myself biting my nails (one of my many nervous habits) worried about trying to impress him. I can be myself around him, whether it be "money over bitches" Carlie or the closet romantic Carlie. It's been a week since we've been "official." It was a bumpy ride getting to that point but all things good happen in due time.

So it's game over for me. No more prowling the casino floor for a guy in a suit...sure I like to stop and stare to admire them like a fine piece of art but I have no desire to do anything more than that. I have the one I want...

Ok, enough of this mushy talk...

There were other bizarre things that occurred. Like a table of 10 guys in suits. I think my manager said it best: "If Carlie died and went to waitress heaven that is what it would be like." Also another blast from the past came in to Mike's this evening. However, I won't bore you with the details of either event. Instead I'm going to turn on some Seinfeld and while I wait...

Bonne soir mes amis!