No Room for You: My Friend Zone is Already Full

So remember that one time when I had a blog and actually used it? Yea, apparently I forgot all about it.  But when you find your job posted on Craigslist, get canned, moved back home with the parentals, start TWO new jobs (because the first one was full of crazies), and decide to get off your ever growing ass, you get busy. But now that you're all caught up on my life since August...

I've had two dates since I moved home. TWO. In 5 months.  Oye, I need to get out more. One was the usual dinner, drinks, movie date. Fun. But apparently lead to no where. Cool. Whatever, yo. On to the next. The second was the sit at a bar, he drinks more beer than I have in like a month, and I run away.  Next. Except there has been no next. The more I even attempt to date the more I feel like I am stuck in the wrong era for dating. No, we can't just "hang out". It's called dating. Call it what it is. No, I'm not just going to hoe around and have fun until something real comes along. If you aren't something real or want to actually see if this can go anywhere, move on. I'm pretty sure the amount of respect girls have for themselves is about as low as ever. Girls that don't respect themselves sure as heck can bet a guy won't respect them either.  If that makes me the boring, good girl, then so be it. I'd rather be the boring, good girl than one day have to explain to Mr. Right that I've actually slept with the whole town and he's going where most men have before. Eww.

Now in this 5 months, I've been friend-zoned probably more than once. How does that even happen? I guess karma is a bitch and I have friend-zoned way too many guys because the second you tell someone how you actually feel, bam, they don't feel the same. That stings a little. But, I don't want to be the friend you come to when every stupid hoe you date ends up screwing you over. I don't want to be the girl you cuddle up on the couch with but we never actually do anything else. I'm sure as heck over being the girl who bites her tongue all the time because she's afraid of what the end result will be if she says something. You never know how much time you have with someone. How do you not tell them how you feel? If it doesn't come out right or with the result you want, at least you know. At least they know someone cares.

Props to my best girl friends who are always there to say "He doesn't know a good thing when it's sitting right in front of him". I now know what it's like to be the "nice guy". If I've learned anything over the last few years of singledom, its not about relying on some guy to make you happy. It's about learning how to make yourself happy. And spending time with your friends, getting way too drunk and shaking your booty on the dance floor until 2am. If there's every a time to find your bridesmaids, it's when you are single as ever. Those are the girls who have heard every annoying story about every ex, every stupid date, and every "friend". And then still assure you that you aren't the crazy one, it's every guy who could ever let you go or not give you a chance.  They are there to tell you after some mild Instagram creeping on someone's ex that even though that gross ex of his wore the same dress as you on NYE, that doesn't make you a dirty, slut too.  They are also there to tell you that Keith Urban didn't write "Stupid Boy" because boys are smart.  :)  Mr. Right or even Mr. Right Now may be a mystery to me, but over the last 6 months or so, I've figured out that after removing a few select losers, I have surrounded myself with some pretty amazing people.