So last night before we went to an improv show at the iO, my cousin and I had drinks and 20 cent wings at Merkle’s. I asked her for some insights on my “relationship” situations. She came to the conclusion that I’m a listener. Basically, the girls that I like have no interest in me, but I always seem to end up as the one who tries to comfort or support them when they have problems. And the girls I have absolutely no interest in seem to want to talk to me all the time about their own problems, and I just don’t have it in me to tell them to shove off. Soooo… what? Yeah, I’ll gladly lend myself to be an attentive audience to your woes, but what about me? >.< My cousin assured me though that some girls like that in guys... so, woo hoo?

But it’s cool. The past few weeks, I’ve been meeting a lot of new people, working on my socializing skills, experiencing new things, coming out of my shell. I’m following up on my promise I made weeks ago. I can’t believe I missed out on all this fun all these years. But there’s still this one thing that really bugs the hell out of me… I think I use it as an excuse all the time for why I’m not in a relationship. It’s really fucking frustrating. It could be something. It could be nothing. I’m not ready to share what it is just yet. How off is that? I’m willing to listen to other’s problems, but I can’t share my own. hah.

Ok. I’m off. We’re headed out… Fucking $1 drinks, baby! HELL YEAH!