Dare di Ringraziamenti

After a hellacious mini-week, mostly trying to avoid my new boss's belly button protruding through his ever so tight button-down shirt (my eyes, MY EYES!) while holding my breath to steer clear of the cat urine smell emerging from his direction, I'm off to Florence!

Now before you get all on me for going back, I'm traveling this time with 4 of my friends and we're all staying in the same room, well suite. I don't even know if I'll see Gianluca while I'm there. He actually helped to get our hotel sorted and said that we could meet for drinks on Thursday but who knows. (He also has a girlfriend now but we're friends and I have no feelings towards him- my how things have changed in a year!)

I'm planning on having a blast with Blake and Harris, who are flipping hilarious if I haven't mentioned that before, as well as Blake's roommate Prissy and her friend from NYC - they're already in Italy and meeting us for 2 nights. Should be good times and plenty of antics. And of course, plenty of wine!

Arrivederci!

He's an ass man

Last night, while my friend and I were enjoying a couple of drinks and minding our own business, we were rudely interrupted by this staring back at us from the bar.

I didn't realize it was a full moon last night! We were laughing hysterically because a) did he not feel the draft? and b) he was totally going commando - this did not need to be publicized! We couldn't decide if this display was on purpose but he was clearly by himself and not trying to just entertain friends.

Thinking that the ass crack situation couldn't get any worse, he sat down on one of the bar stools...

And yes we acted like we were back in the 11th grade sneaking pics, but there were a group of Australians that were actually posing next to him and pretending to pinch his butt (without him knowing, of course). I traded information with one of the guys because he wants to use one of my pics for his Facebook profile.

So you see, there are people more immature than me!

Reflections

This weekend has been really good for me. I went to a birthday party on Friday night, watched the Longhorns beat Tech on Saturday night, then shopping and walking around the city on Sunday.

In between socializing, I had "me" time where I finally had an epiphany as to why things haven't exactly been going smoothly in the boy department: I didn't have a full grieving process with Kanger and kept band-aiding my feelings with Cogs or Skullys which only added to the confusion and heartbreak.

I've been reading the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert and this line struck a cord with me: ...never again use another person's body or emotion as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings. Enough said. So now that I'm finally clear of that (boys), I went through old posts from February to the present and grieved properly. It actually took less time than I thought...probably because it in a way has been on going. I know you guys are sick of hearing about it, but this is my outlet, so letting it out, I will do.

I want to be giddy and excited about someone again. To have things be meaningful and special and the wondering of things to come. And most importantly, I want those feelings to be reciprocated back, equally. I know I'm not ready, that the wounds aren't fully healed but I know they will be someday.

I watched Sliding Doors this afternoon and it reminded me that no matter what choices I make or obstacles that happen in my life, everything is going to work exactly as it should.

And I'm finally starting to believe it.

*On a side note: I just got an extension to stay in London for 3 more months after my contract ends at the end of November. Yippee! Although work is about to get crazy, at least I'm still here and that's exactly where I want to be.

New Lease

I've decided to go ahead and take some of your advice (thanks Melissa) and go on a mini-hiatus from boys. I had the last straw with Skully this week when things got decidedly cringeworthy and it solidified this decision. So no more boys. Of course I'm still going to think about them because I'm only human but no more drama. No more baggage. No more heartache. Seriously.

In support of this decision I had a great weekend just being one of the guys until 4am* then waking up at 2pm. (Alone). Wash. Rinse. Repeat. We (Blake, his friends that I've meet before from NYC) went drinking and ended up randomly dancing both nights - only my favorite pass time! - and it was nice not to be groped by guys wanting only one thing. We laughed until our stomachs hurt at the most ridiculous things and it was just good fun with the guys. I loved every minute of it. I didn't have to worry about saying and doing the wrong things, I was just myself.

And it felt good to be back.

*Good thing I'm smart and took it easy this weekend since I'm not completely over my cold but you only live once, right?