gonna toke a fat bowl. CUZ I EFFING DESERVE IT!
it’s so funny how you can go from starving to satiated in a matter of 15 minutes. my eating schedule is non existent, just like my life schedule. because i work in retail my schedule varies week to week and my days off are sporadic. last week i work 10 days straight and didn’t get a day off until this past tuesday and wednesday. my next day off is tuesday…. which BTW, i have a phone interview for EBT/CalFresh (see: social programs that i was ranting about in previous post). I got the idea to apply for it from my friend mariah. I have enough financial stuff to deal with like my rent, utilities, college loans, and you can tack on future car payments since i’m in the market anyway… so i guess it would be cool to qualify for free groceries! :D one less thing i have to spend money on… the only thing i’m afraid of if i DO qualify are the grocery markets that i’ll have to go to… can someone say ghetto? lol
*pause* time to pack a bowl
my period is late two weeks. i know i’m definitely not pregnant because i had my period last month and have only been practicing safe sex (with one partner btw–aren’t you proud!?) since. took a test last week and it was negative. so if i don’t get it something this week, i’m buying another test! my sister tells me its stress… and it could be that i’m syncing to the girls i’m now being around frequently like my roommate or the LOFTies.
it’s Saturday night and I literally want to do nothing… except be high, in my undies, with my lagunitas hoodie on, surfing the internet. that sounds ideal to me :)
meeting up with another tinder boy tomorrow night around 8. his name is Ryan. he’s a student and smokes weed. we follow each other on instagram and he seems relatively normal. that’s kind of all i know about him.
this past thursday i met up with 2 tinder guys in one day. right after another. the first was Chasen… a guy who i thought was hot from his pictures when i first moved here, we matched. he messaged me, i replied, and that was it. for other reasons down the road, i winded up deleting my tinder. of course, like the typical katy, i redownloaded the app.
on thursday morning came across chasen yet again… i swiped right and we were an immediate match. this time he sent me THE EXACT SAME MESSAGE. i decided to call him out on it (def not bitter about our first match…) and long story short, we ended up having a really nice conversation. so nice that i agreed to picking him up from school and going to a dispensary. i guess what sold me was the fact that he had his med card… i’m easy to please. so sue me.
drive up to his school… a CC about 20 minutes east of here. he calls me and says he sees my jeep. i turn and HE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE HIS PHOTOs. he gets in the car and he’s a nervous wreck… poor guy. i take him to his house (ugh) so he can drop off a key to his stepdad and when he runs inside i debate whether or not flipping a bitch right there in his cul de cas and google-mapping my way back home. the angel on my shoulder won that round.
ride to dispensary is cool except that he talks. a lot. (a lot of guys do that–why?) i’ve come to not mind when a boy is so self absorbed he verbally wanders through his thoughts for minutes on end. i let boys make asshats of themselves. sometimes it pays to just shut up and listen. you can learn a lot about the guy when they do that. most of the time you’ll see some red flags, if you know what to look for.
actual dispensary visit… not the same. i got to saw how he interacted with others… he was very nervous and flighty and kept giving me these sugar-coated compliments and cutting the budtenders off.
dropped him back home and that was it! he kept texting me though. a wide range of emotions were conveyed by him through 100 word texts…. do not plan on contacting him ever again.
driving back home from his house to mine… i remembered i had agreed to meet up with Derik (also from Tinder) for drinks! at 7! it was 6:40 around this time… and all day didn’t think this was actually going to happen. i thought this because of the lack of communication Derik and I had… or actually, didn’t have.
we had met on tinder a week or so ago, had some good conversation and then i left him hanging. (they love when you leave them hanging.) on tuesday he messaged me again, asking me out for a happy hour drink. i agreed to thursday night but left him hanging for my number until 2 pm the day off.
knowing that 7 is approaching, i text him, “we still on?” he texts back yes and that he’s just pulling into the parking lot. shit. i ask him what parking looks like, he shoots back “lots on 17 below S”. fuck– what does that even mean? i ask for the address and plug it into my apple maps.
i get there and park within 15 minutes. walk up to this restaurant bar called Hook & Ladder. it’s amazingly cute inside. the structure is bare bones but with finished wood and metal, giving it an chic industrial feel. it’s warmly lit and smells like orange potpourri and i make my way over to the bar. i see one man, tall, athletic arms, sitting alone in the dead center of the bar. i tap his shoulder and he turns around.
Derik looked like his photos… He had different teeth than I thought he would have but he’s still a great looking guy. We had pleasant conversation and a glass of wine each. I ordered a pizza. When the bill came he covered the wine and i the pizza…. Not sure how i felt about that but i was slightly miffed. Found out he smokes pot and he wants to see me again. He seems a little dumb… and he’s 28 and admits to just getting out of a long term relationship (about 2 and a half years) with a woman who had a child from another man…. i think i’ll pass.
and last night i had a double date! i’ll write about that next time….