Hey Blogosphere! Sorry for the brief absence, but believe it
or not I am still here, in the ice cream isle. Ironically, curled up with my
laptop and a horribly sad romantic movie.
So since our last update, I have finally turned twenty one and gave the
whole bar/club scene a try. Not to sound all hoity or anything, but I was
right… bars are not the place to meet Mr. Right. Anyway, as I navigate my way
through this hell hole called “dating” I do have a few friends by my side, I
like to refer to them as the council. All knowing and wise as can be. It’s an
assortment of women I go to coffee with once a week, they range in ages
nineteen to thirty-five and I trust them whole heartedly. So here’s my dilemma,
one of my council women has a roommate, he is her fiancés best friend. I can
see where she’s coming from, friends dating friends would be perfect. We would
go out and stay in and have an amazing time. Well so I meet this roommate and
we actually hit it off pretty well. The same weekend I met the roommate, I was
at a house party and met this other guy, we’ll call him Vaughn. Oh and while
I’m at it we should probably name the roommate, how about Brent? Anyways back
to Vaughn, we also hit it off pretty well, maybe even better than Brent and I.
Needless to say I am torn between the two; the idea of best friends dating best
friends is so exciting. Yet there’s this thought in the back of my head
screaming what ifs at me. What if he is Mr. Right and what if he isn’t but the
other guy is. There needs to be a hand book for these kinds of things. This is
exactly why I have my council of women and even they are split down the middle.
What’s a girl to do? I think I’ve decided to head to the ice cream isle for
another pint and maybe Ben and Jerry will help me sort things out. Unless you
guys want to chime in?
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