Bad Romance

(This entry was posted out of order last week--sorry) If getting home at 3:30 AM isn't the sign of a successful night then I don't know what is. Girls night out couldn't have been any better and I am feeling pretty friggin good about myself right now. Do NOT underestimate the boost you can get from making out with a random cute boy at a club. I guess the fact that Random Boy couldn't shut up about how hot he thought I was (thank you poor lighting!) and how tight my body was (thank you Bender Ball!) didn't hurt in the least. I often frown on the girls that publicly suck face with a guy they just met...but I was totally that girl...and it was awesome. As an added bonus I am pretty sure I didn't catch anything--I got just what I wanted...an entire night without a single thought of Vegas Boy.

But the high didn't last very long. I am missing him. I am fighting the urge to text him and I am avoiding Facebook so I won't be temped to succumb to social network stalking. I am totally the "internet stalking" type (I now have him hidden from my news feed as an extra precaution). I can only hope that this is going to get easier because I am weak and pathetic and I want him back more than anything right now. I keep reminding myself that a bruised ego will heal...that's all this is. I wanted to prove to myself that I could get someone who once rejected me...but who the fuck cares? It is what it is and I need to move on from this bad romance...which is the exact opposite of what I am doing while I reach for my cell phone...