Oh, there was worse?!

Looking at my last post in early December and saying I was at the bottom. Nope! Now I am, who knows, next month it might be even worse. Lawd help this girl.

I got dumped by Chris Pratt about 6 dates in. Perfectly fine dinner date and at the car kissing goodnight he says he just doesn’t feel anything for me that way but that I’m hot and cool.

He texts me later asking me if I think he should get a haircut. You know, for the next girl. Dude, BYE. I’m already embarrassed enough.

Well at least he told me early on?

Still hanging around the set dresser these days. I guess you could say we are exclusive at this time. When he works, he is completely MIA. No calls, no texts. For days at a time. When he is off work, he HAS to hang out. Do his errands with me, eat all his meals with me. I HAVE to come over. And I give in every time.

My fear is that I love him. Because I put his needs and wants before my own. That’s horrifying.

I started AA last week. Going to my fourth meeting tonight. Been sober 10 days. I don’t have the shakes or any of those symptoms. I just look back on my last year and my shittiest decisions and my shittiest things that happened to me involved alcohol. I need to take a step back. I have hurt people this last year when I am drunk. Not physically. Just shit I would do and say that I would never have done sober.

Can anyone relate to this?

I think that this self care and self exploration is actually going to distance me more and more from the set dresser as I gain the confidence to step away from him and stop giving into when he wants attention after craving it for days when he ignores me or doesn’t have time for me.

One day at a time.



Professional success

I will say with all this personal disgrace and poor life choices dating wise, I am having a lot of professional success. My best art shows I’ve ever had.

I’m so jaded in my dating life. Just really at the bottom. In a future post, I may go into it more. But I currently carry two pepper sprays now because of an incident with a date two months ago. And I still date. I still online date. Even after that.

Chris Pratt came to my art show Friday night. No one’s done that since the set dresser in May. When the TSD came, he was hungover, sat at my booth on his phone, told me I was talking to loud to the shoppers and left before it was over because he felt sick.

When Chris Pratt came, he brought me food and drink. I had been texting him how tired I was starting to feel. Didn’t ask for food and drink but he knew it would hit the spot and picked it up on the way. Dang. Is this what being around a good guy is like?

After the show wrapped up, he walked me to my car and asked if we could have a beer together. It was really nice and I laughed so much with him. Our kisses that night were very sweet and soft. I really hope I get to see him again soon. He was the only person who texted me yesterday asking how my student’s holiday recitals went. A good number of guys I’m dating knew I was doing that yesterday but no one else asked about it.

My roommate says I should stop looking for love. That it will happen when I’m least looking for it. That I deserve a good guy. That’s a big deal coming from him. He’s the roommate that I don’t get along with often.

It’s thunder and it’s lightning

And it’s all things that’s frightening. —–We were promised jetpacks

Went to that concert (those are the lyrics to one of their songs above) last week with Chris Pratt. Started listening to them with TSD (the set dresser) in February. And yep, he was the first person we run into at the concert. I should have known.


I continue to get hammered because I’m red, my heart is racing and I just can’t believe I’ve run into him while I’m on a date. I THEN drunk text him. I told him he looked rough and I hope he was doing ok. Then I said “we hope you’re doing ok” (Whyyyyyy) And he texts back- WE? Like you and your boyfriends, fuck that phony shit, fuck off.

When I get back home Chris Pratt and I did have the best kisses we ever had. I think he gained his confidence back or something. It was dominant and incredibly sexy.

But what does my drunk ass do? Oh well when he leaves for the night, I proceed to text and have the sound engineer over. Then WE makeout for hours and we decide to have sex for the first time. He’s going to Mexico for two weeks today. I think we had sex, but not really….he couldn’t keep it up enough to really get it started.

THEN when he leaves, as always when he gets embarrassed, I text the set dresser to come over!!! What the fuck is wrong with me.

A couple days later he starts texting and then calling me. He’s on drugs and wasted at a bar down the street and saying he’s going to drive. I tell him to stop and I drop everything to go and get him. Embarrassing. I should have ignored him.


At the bar, he tells me about how he got a girlfriend a week after telling me he didn’t want, didn’t have time for and didn’t ever want a girlfriend. He “doesn’t know what makes her fit better for him.” But now they’re on a break because she’s always out of town.

He tells me about how he hasn’t left his house in three days. That he hasn’t been eating. Hasn’t been getting work. That he shouldn’t have gone out in public anyways.

Guess who gets drunk and sleeps with him? I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I couldn’t sleep after it. He couldn’t finish. He was so messed up.


I take him back to his car the next day and we decide to go shopping together. He tells me he doesn’t like what I’m wearing and to go home and change. Yep. When I get home he doesn’t answer my call to see where to meet him.

Two hours later, he texts me to come over. I do. God damnit.

We have sex and he doesn’t let me finish. I ask him to after he cleans up. He says no.

We go to dinner, I have to pay because he doesn’t have any money. I ask him to get off of his phone so we can talk more since we’re at this nice sit down restaurant. He tells me I’m an attention whore.

He then tells me I’m eating too slow and I must be doing it on purpose, so he gets up and waits in the car leaving me there alone while I pay and finish my drink.


In the car, he tells me about how this is why he hates this. That this is why he doesn’t want a girlfriend. Because I’m passive aggressive. I explain- What would even be my motivation to piss you off at dinner? I’m there to be with you and enjoy my evening. What would I even get out of pissing off someone I’m together with on purpose. He snaps, we’re not together. I say- I didn’t mean TOGETHER TOGETHER, like we are at dinner together, like I could be at dinner together with my mom or my friend. Fuck dude chill out.

I apologize for being passive aggressive. He starts bringing up our big fight and break up in May in the parking lot. Asking if I remembered how I acted in the parking lot that day, bringing my roommate to make me feel better. Making a scene. He says, once a person acts like that I lose all respect for them. You can’t trust people who behave through their emotions likes that. I said You’re one to speak, I acted like that because you pushed me to that point because of how shitty you treated me, because of the emotional abuse that drove to many nights of crying. That I didn’t want to break up with you alone and I had my roommate wait in the car with me for support. That because you wouldn’t come pick me up to get my car, I HAD to get a ride from my roommate back to his house anways. Because you threatened to leave my car keys in a bush instead of waiting for me to come pick them up because your life is so important and you had errands to run.

He says he just wants to be alone. I leave and cry an hour at home over a bottle of wine. Alone.



We didn’t even last 24 hours before arguing. But this isn’t arguing. There was no thing we disagreed about really. This is just a person who is a jerk and me trying to…..lose all my self respect?



The army guy

This is from EIGHT MONTHS AGO and looks like it never published……So here you go folks:

It’s pretty good actually- ran into The Beatle and the Chef in this story lol



Met him on Tinder and we were gonna meet a few times in EAV but I was always booked. He said he was gonna be busy a few weeks then so I figured we just probably wouldn’t connect.

Few weeks later, there he is. And we even rematch on tinder, since I deleted it for a bit too. It was like- oh yea I remember how cute he is. Oh yea and he speaks freaking fluent French and Spanish too.


So he asks to meet me at Wrecking Bar…yea the actor is probably gonna be working there that night- a Friday.

I arrive, the army guy is late. Crap there’s the actor. He hasn’t responded to anything I’ve sent him in weeks. Since the last time I had a guy there at that restaurant. He avoids me in the way that he’s like PISSED at me. Not even in the little boy embarrassed way like last time.


Thank GOD he’s not our server. The army guy is cute but I honestly was distracted. But after our second drink he starts winning me over. He has lots of stuff that is interesting about him. Lived in so many countries.

We go to Jack’s afterwards and start kissing at the bar. And I mean kissing. He has no shame. This table next to us even talk about it. I don’t care either honestly. It’s fun and flirtatious. We go out to my car after the bar has closed and my fucking car is dead….battery done. Nothing.

It starts raining. Fucking fuck. Really?


I go tap on a guy’s window who’s waiting in his car and turns out he’s an Uber driver and is required to have jumper cables. The guys fix the car and 25 minutes later I’m handing the uber driver two new lottery scratch offs and 4 bucks…all I had on me.

We kiss more in the car saying goodnight and I start to notice my face is hurting, like it burns a little. Gosh it’s his like army stubble face. He doesn’t have a beard beard. It’s like he has to keep it shaved most of the time, but he hasn’t shaved in a week and it really burns my face and has been rubbing against my skin for like two hours straight now. Ouch.

I go out the next Sunday and have a shitty shit night missing this band I had tickets to see for two months. Never found a date to go with me. They start playing at 9:30…I arrive at 9:50 and they’re on their last song. The Beatle is there. I asked him to go with me. No, he’s going with his dudes. He only says hi to me. But at least he’s the one who told me to get my ass in an uber because they were getting on stage.

I’m pretty disappointed I missed it and dropped $45 and start drinking at the bar and text The Beatle to come over with me. He doesn’t. He doesn’t even say bye to me. I know he sees me there. Maybe he was there with a girl too and I just didn’t notice. Haven’t heard from him since.


I start making friends with the bartender and texting guys to come meet me- I must salvage this night!

The army guys says he lives right around the corner from where I am. Next thing I see two missed calls from him- shit he’s here! I run out of the venue and into his car. I’m pretty wasted already. The bartender sympathized with my story and over poured all my drinks.

We go to Tin Roof Cantina- just over the Dekalb county line so it’s open till 3:30 am NOT midnight like all of the Fulton bars.

We kiss often at the bar. When I go to the restroom, someone grabs my arm- the chef! I told him I might go there…he said he was too tired…crap he MUST have seen me with the army guy. I get caught up talking to the chef and he said he decided to come out and get to-go food. Weird kinda. I mean, I would have gone with him but he declined, and then he shows up anyways hoping to see me there or something?

Then I realize I’ve left the army guy at the bar for like 15 minutes alone! Goddamnit me! I hug the chef and run back and tell him how I had run into a friend.


So just to be clear here….This is the FOURTH guy I’ve dated multiple times that I’ve seen Sunday.

He takes me back home and it’s all a blur honestly. But I do learn that he loves to pleasure his woman. So that was…nice!!!! Yes sir! He was too drunk to receive it back though- you know what I mean, boys. Why is it rare for a guy to actually enjoy going down on a girl? Why is it that ALL girls do it but guys SOMETIMES do it? That’s fucking stupid by the way. End rant on that.

As I’ve been sick at home he’s checked in on me through text. He sends me a picture of his new car- he had been in an accident- and he jokingly asks me what I should nickname “her.”

Then a few hours later I go on tinder and he’s posted the SAME picture and asked the SAME thing on his “moments” (it’s like a thing where you put a picture and caption up and it stays up for 24 hours for people you’re matched with to like or dislike- usually a selfie or a shot of you out with friends etc)

Kinda dumb asking me the SAME question with the SAME pictures dude. Haven’t heard from him since I called him out on that…..




When I started getting serious with the set dresser, I got pissed at him for bailing on plans and invited the army guy over. We made out on the porch swing and I ignored the set dressers phone calls all night.

It started a huge fight because I had “cheated” again except we were not even officially together. Which was confusing and annoying and unfair.

AGAIN- the army guy couldn’t keep it up but he satisfied me well and we had fun and he even took me out to dinner AFTER the hookup and let me say goodnight at the car instead of letting him back up for more.


He moved. To another country. Learned about it not from him, but from a Tinder moment where he said “goodbye ATL!”

The Porter Guy

So my best friend and I are at The Porter inĀ  Little Five Points. Cute guy sitting next to us on a date.

Get home later, this guy has messaged me on okcupid- Were you just at the Porter? I kept looking at you every time my date walked away which I know is bad.

Anyways- we start chatting and we end up meeting at like midnight later that night! I was already in my pjs and everything. But I like spontaneity. And he’s handsome.


We meet and bar hop around L5P bars and hit it off. He tells me he hasn’t had many second dates. So….why?

Well turns out he’s 30 and just gotten his first real job, just moved out of his parents and also lost almost 200 lbs this year. Woah. He shows me a picture of what he used to look like and it’s unreal. Just not the same person.

He was something like 315? So his confidence levels, his suaveness on dates- really non existent because he’s never really dated until this year.

He asks to kiss me, but I decline and say I’d like to wait. At the end of the night he asks again and we do, but he’s too handsy and his tongue is all over the place. How many girls has he actually kisses……..?


He’s very sweet though and I accept a dinner date with him the next week. I haven’t laughed so much with someone in a long time. We are really hitting it off. He looks like Chris Pratt a little bit I figure out.

We see some comedy with that same best friend I was out with and have a good time. The kiss at the end of the night was short and sweet and better…..but it’s because Tally guy was there! He shows up at comedy too and asks me to go out with him to another bar.

When I say Oh I’m hanging out with my friends I guess he heads out. When I’m at the car kissing Chris Pratt goodnight- he’s right there! Tally guy. Ooops?


Third time I hang out with Pratt, we watch the Walking Dead at a local bar and don’t get much time to talk. He was more awkward this time. Making fun of me being in the drama club in high school and joking about how competitions for drama could even exist and who even goes to stuff like that. I didn’t get it.


I also ate something too spicy for me and he over joked about that too. After returning from the bathroom at one point, he had already paid his own tab and said he was heading out. Guess we weren’t on a date? I give him a peck and haven’t seen him since. We text but…..I don’t know. It’s just off for some reason…..

Three dates in one night

New record y’all!


So the first date, I can’t even remember what he does for a job. Let’s call him the cute Highlands dude. We had been talking for MONTHS on and off. And he never followed through with meeting me. Like why did we even exchange numbers dude?

If I give you my number, we are meeting within a week. Don’t waste my time. Because we might totally not click in person. So this whole text flirting thing is just a waste of time.

I finally gave him an ultimatum after not hearing from him for a few weeks. Take me out tonight or you’re out of my phone. Ok he says.

At dinner with my mom, he texts me he has to cancel and that he knows he blew it. So I go home and I get this text around the time we were supposed to have met. It’s him at a bar with his friends. Ummmmmm.


He says that his work buddies forced him out and I should come and join. And I do……we meet somewhere else though just the two of us.

He’s already pretty buzzed and we proceed to do shots. He’s very touchy and complimentary for someone I’ve known for ten minutes. I tell him not to dare kiss me on the lips at a bar as our first kiss.So he grabs me as soon as we walk out of the door and does it. Eh.

I forced him to allow me drive him home because he is too drunk. It’s like 10:30 at night. He keeps trying to get in my pants in his apartment and I get him to sleep and text Tally guy to come hang out with me somewhere so I can salvage my night.

Next day cute Highlands guy texts me saying sorry he was an ass and he doesn’t remember much. He hasn’t followed up trying to make it up to me. But he does still text me.


So I go out and meet Tally guy who STILL hasn’t kissed me. This will be our fourth time hanging out. He does the same shit as usual, walking away for large chunks of time, knows everyone everywhere but doesn’t really introduce me, doesn’t pay for any of our drinks.

When we go to our second place and he starts doing coke again, I start texting a third guy to come hang out with me. I tell Tally guy I’ve gotta go see a friend and he’s like, cool I’ll come with you. I go to the bathroom to try to strategize how I’ll get out of this.

He still hasn’t kissed me. I don’t even know what this dude wants! To drink with my money? To have a cute girl near him?


I basically just walk back up and give him his shit I was holding for him back and tell him I’ll be right back.

I meet this new guy, let’s call him Young Glasses because I don’t remember what he does either. I was pretty drunk by then, it’s midnight. I’ve never met this guy before. My gf is the bartender at the bar we are at and shots continue again. I can’t really remember much about him but he was a good kisser.

We go back to his SHIT HOLE house. Like six guys living there, walking distance from the bar, mattress on the floor, milk crates holding his clothes. Pass out and he drives me back to my car the next morning.


Haven’t heard much from him since. I wouldn’t wanna go back to that roach place though. Even though he was really cute.

I ummmm had to take the next day off of work to recover from that shit show of lame boys though. Oh, and this huge ass bruise I got on my thigh from trying to crawl on the stage dancing with Tally guy. Thought I had broke something honestly. I’m ok now. Looks like a solar system on my leg. Brutal.


Ok I’m back- and so are all the boys

Lorrrrrrd I guess some of these dudes get bored and just think ok let me text her?

The landscaper

The chef

The hot Indian guy

The sound engineer

The set dresser….UGH

The architect


Oh yea and you know this girl went out with all of them…multiple times. Whyyyyyyyy

The Indian hot guy came over right before Thanksgiving. He sat on my couch for 3 hours and when it got quiet he would say “yea, so what’s new” Umm dude that’s what we’ve been talking about the last three hours, are you even going to make a move?

He finally did at the door after he said he was leaving for 30 minutes. He asked me permission to kiss me which I thought was sweet. So I pulled him back inside to continue kissing.

Then I remembered the dumb thing he did when he came over in June. He just grabbed my boobs. Not in a lead up to it type of sensual thing. Just grabbed them like he was getting a cantaloupe at the farmers market. And he goes, “ooooh boobies.” BOOBIES?


He proceeded to do that and say and use the word boobies once every coupld of minutes. I kept trying to laugh it off. “God your boobies are so big.” “I can’t believe these boobies.” “Man I love these boobies.” How old are we?!?!?!

Roommate said- Mommy issues, babe. Damn he’s prob right.


The sound engineer I hadn’t seen in months either. The last time we hung out, we had hooked up for the first time and he had stormed out a little after I tried getting into his pants. And he did the same thing again this time! Is there something he’s hiding in there that he’s embarrassed about?

Took him THREE dates to finally kiss me. We hung out for six hours plus on each date. I figured, ok he just wants to be friends.

I remember last winter really thinking this was someone that might become something. He consistently touched base with me, would send me pictures throughout the day- funny things, silly selfies. He was someone I could call for last minute hang outs, someone I could just sit around with in his studio and listen to hours of music with or watch funny youtube videos with.

So if he wanted to just be friends, ok cool. But then he did kiss me. But then he got borderline panic attack-y when I tried to return the favor in bed. Haven’t seen him since.

He said maybe if he’s not too busy we will hang out this week….before he goes to Mexico for a few weeks.