One morning Cal the Cop text messaged me that he was drunk-golfing with his best friend, Joe. A few hours later, I received a text that drunk-golfing had turned into drunk-trip planning, and the two of them were sobering up and heading down to Atlantic City for the night.
“You should come,” he said.
“Nah, I’m not cool enough to ride in a Camaro,” I replied, knowing full-well he was just messing with my head as per usual.
I am about to shock everyone and write about a boy only spoken of once on JenAndMen. If you’re wondering why I haven’t written about him in the last 8 months, the answer is simple: I was so in love with this boy that I physically could not bring myself to withstand that kind of pain.
But now I’m over the mind-fucking bastard. So, yay, blog posts galore!
If you go back in time 20 guys, you will find yourself face-to-blog with who I’ll call Cal the Cop. And, no, I don’t ever call him Cal. That would just be weird.
If you’re a JenAndMen reader, you know that this title is completely inaccurate. Ironically, a guy I used to date back in the day asked me this question a couple weeks ago. I was truly surprised to hear that that’s what he thought. But when I told another guy friend of mine, he said that it appears to the world that this is, in fact, my M.O.
XXX: You know the drill — If you’re old or really young or related to me STOP READING THIS POST IMMEDIATELY!!!
The other night I had dinner with two of my girlfriends. I know them from back back back in the day when the three of us used to work together. We try and get together every six months or so to catch up. Since so much time passes, we literally talk for hours straight, sharing all of our stories.
Cynthia had one story that literally had me and Michelle in tears.
“So did I tell you about my one-night stand in Atlantic City?”
The Age-Old Question Has Finally Been Answered: Jen Chooses Guys Over Food
Before I even write this post, I feel that I must preface by saying that the guy I leapt out of my seat for did not look like this dude. But this photo was so beautiful I physically could not control myself.
Has a friend ever made a comment about your life that was so dead-on that you were shocked you never came to the realization yourself? That happened to me this morning. Christine and I were having our morning phone conversation (aka me venting to her) and she turned around and came out with a statement that left me speechless (something that’s very hard to do).
“Every guy you date has some problem with you…and they have absolutely no issue with telling you what it is. And I can’t freaking stand it.”
I wrote “guys” in the title, but the truth is there are girls who do it to their boyfriends, also. Most of my blog posts are rants about bad dates, assholes, or going on bad dates with assholes. Sometimes I whine about being single. Every once in a while (hint hint, now) I’ll have a Hallmark card moment and write something uplifting. So prepare to be freaking uplifted, or at least pretend so I feel like I did my good deed for the day.
I recently dated someone that made me feel really bad about myself. And when I say really bad…I mean like severe-depression-bad. He called me an extremely mean name and showed me little to no affection. Did he have his own personal reasons for doing it? Yes. And those reasons convinced me that the deterioration of our relationship was my fault and I deserved his horrible treatment.
The other day my friend Alessia took the idiot — I mean guy — she’s dating out for his 30th birthday. While at the dinner that she paid for, she handed him his birthday gift: a pair of Yankee/Mets tickets. He looked mildly pleased with her one hundred forty dollar gift and said “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I just can’t believe I’m going to the game with a Met fan,” she teased.