Monday, Monday

I'm going to audition again this year. Yeah.

I've realized after a drunken Wild Wings adventure with three Clemson boys that I do not want to date right now. Not at all. I know that I need to be with someone who is at least, at LEAST five years older than me. The issue is, the men I know who meet this parameter are either gay, actors, musicians or a combination of any of those three. I could find one regular Joe, I'm sure of it but I just don't have the energy. I can't deal with insecure men whom I have to be strong for. I'm done. And I'm also beginning to realize just how easy it is to find a guy to sleep with if I wanted to. I used to believe the opposite but now, it's too easy. I want a challenge. I like the chase and the flirtation which seems to go out the window with most of the guys I meet now. They're all so desperate. Ugh. It really doesn't make the end result of the flirtation that appealing when I know that I've basically already won.

In other news, Matt called me on Saturday and Sunday night. My phone was off both times. He sounded aggravated. Asking me, yet again, if I was in Denver yet. All he would have to do to find that out is look at my Myspace page cause my employment information is listed at the bottom. I don't get how he can be aggravated at me for not telling him what I'm doing. I haven't lied to him I just haven't talked to him. Who the hell does he think he is? Seriously. He ended it. He was the coward. He was the one who turned his back on me so why does he think he has the right to get pissed off at me because I'm not returning his fucking phone calls!!?? ARG!!!!!!!!