We’re on a depression bath journey today. 🥲
Went out yesterday for a friends birthday and got far too drunk without any food. Our 3pm meetup turned in to me getting home almost 14 hours later. But like, who am I to turn down $29 bottles of rosé at happy hour?!
At some point during the night, my date from two weeks ago texted. We had a very solid first date; lots in common, he’s incredibly smart, etc etc etc. So when he texted asking how I’ve been, we somehow stumbled into meeting up.
Now, the first date’s rendezvous wasn’t all perfect. It had its moments, but ultimately fell flat between the sheets. But first time together, so maybe we just need to click, right??
Sad to say, I’m wrong. Last night was … bland. Not the worst, but certainly down there on the list.😩 Additionally, this was also my first time seeing his apartment. This man speaks 8 languages and went to TWO Ivy League schools. Two!!! So I had a lot built up in my mind as far as his living arrangements.
Readers, there were skid marks in the toilet. Crap all over the place. Kitchen worse than my depression dishes. And to top it off, an open can of pork and beans. 😐
After I saw all that, I still said “let’s do it” cause I went all the way to Brooklyn. But dear Reader, I didn’t stay all night. I simply could not.
I also let this man cuddle me. Twice!!! I do not EVER cuddle, and his were actually nice. I could see myself actually sleeping that way. And I NEVER ever had that feeling. What’s a girl to do with all this??
So here I am. Depression bath on a late Saturday afternoon, trying to pick up the pieces of yet another dating disaster.
Be well and god speed.
Tub Stats:
- 20 mins and counting
- No music, no wine, no weed
- Just me and water
the bad hag 