In February 2009 I took a trip to Australia. I have a close friend who lives there and decided it was time to visit her.
I absolutely fell in love with Australia! This is more of a sidenote, but I seriously cried for days after returning home from that trip. I started looking for jobs in Australia, as well as looked into selling my condo. I loved it there, and often daydream about going back.
My friend was born and raised in Australia. Aussie all the way (Oy, Oy, Oy!)! We traveled all around seeing as much as possible in 16 days. (For anyone thinking of going to Australia, seriously, give yourself...
Cycling back to my Internet dating, my first “online” date was rather disastrous, and I’m surprised I did not pull the plug after it. Clearly I am ill equipped for these types of situations. It should have been one and done.
The guy I met out was a few years older and lived in a suburb nearby where I grew up. We had some common interests, and he seemed mature and funny, so I was open to meeting him in person. He was recently divorced and had a young daughter, but, wanting kids myself one day, I was perfectly okay with that setup.
I was just keeping my fingers crossed that he was perfectly...
My freshman year in college I lived with two of my best friends from high school in the “six pack” at the University of Illinois. We were incredibly lucky to be given a room the size of a study lounge. We were coined “the triple.” Not to say we were famous or anything, but we definitely had a problem with paparazzi. People were always wanting us to sign autographs as well. It was a mess.
The only people wanting to take my picture were at the police station and I believe it’s called a mug shot. And autographs consisted of signing off on “confessions.” Since when is it illegal...
I’m trying to expand my storytelling to include experiences that do NOT involve me being a total alcoholic. You should know that I actually hold down a full-time professional job and have numerous hobbies. I mean, I actually read. Like books and stuff. It’s crazy, I know. This noggin is more than just a hat rack, people!
However, I do tend to invite strange things into my life. Odd people talk to me about odd things and I do not know why. I must have an inviting look (glassy eyed, drooling, slumped over with dried vomit on my shirt).
I also am a complete klutz, and the two coupled together...
Posted by: leigh
August 17, 2010 |
Some exciting news for all you faithful followers: It's Not That Complicated now has its own Facebook page!
I know you all have been dreaming about this day for weeks/months/years. Ask and you shall receive!
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Yet another issue I seem to have is that I tend to attract foreigners. Sometimes it’s men visiting who live outside of the United States. Most of the time it’s men who just live out of state. And then there are the guys I meet from exotic places like Kankakee or Dwight, IL. It’s almost like another country, right? (Who knew Dwight had an annual Bassett Waddle…sign me up!!)
I met a guy who was living in South Bend, IN, which I figured was close enough. He frequented Chicago often, and a date was planned. He suggested getting wine, so we decided to meet for some wine flights at Bin 36. Things...
Last summer I played on a softball team on Friday nights. Leave it to me to find a team more focused on drinking than playing. As team MVP (aka, catcher or right fielder), I played a key role not only during the game, but also at the after party.
Before one game mid-season, I told myself to “keep it together,” as I was leaving the next day for a family reunion and had to be at my family’s house in the suburbs pretty early. I tried, I really did! But the combination of not eating dinner and downing multiple vodka sodas dictated otherwise.
I woke up the next day, looked at the clock and freaked...
Let’s “rewind it back” to New Year’s Eve a few years ago. Once the bar party we were at ended, my friend and I found ourselves at a crossroads for what to do with the rest of the evening. And by evening I mean morning, as the sun would have been rising in a few short hours. Apparently six hours of binge drinking was not quite enough.
The group we had originally gone with had slowly dispersed. Some were passed out in their own urine on a street corner. Another had made the excellent decision to drunk dial her jerky ex-boyfriend to “meet up.” One couple had already made their way back...
As I’ve mentioned before, Jameson and me are definitely NOT friends. Never have been, never will be. Mind you, that doesn't stop me from doing shots here and there. Or perhaps taking nips during a cold football game or tailgating. The warmth is worth the nausea in some situations!
Years ago I was out with some college...
Posted by: leigh
August 1, 2010 |
After getting out of a long-term relationship, there is only one thing you want in the world – freedom.
No ties. Oats a’sowin. Not going anywhere near an actual commitment or anything ending in “ship” in general.
At least that is how I roll.
After many, many months of “having fun,” this did start to get old, though. Months went by and I finally felt ready to start dating again and putting myself out there. So I found myself agreeing to go on a blind date set up by a family friend. I have been on a few of these before in my life. I’ve actually been lucky in that my friends/family...