Giving something new a try. Let me know what you think
It's Complicated
Chapter 1
I don't know why I am writing in this thing, I don't think it will help at all with my writer's block, but a friend in the industry told me to give it a try so here it goes, me recounting my life to get back in the groove of writing stories. This is the last thing I will try before I give up and find a boring old office job.
My best friend Alice loves when I go out on dates. She got married last year, and I think she misses meeting new people and that feeling of attraction and nerves that come along with it. Since she doesn't go on dates anymore, she thrives on my love life. From setting them up, to helping me get ready, and waiting on my couch when I get back some times, I mostly do it for her, to make her happy.
I haven't kissed a man in at least a year. Mainly because the men I encounter are a waste of my time, and there is no point in kissing the frog if you know with absolute certainty that they are not going to turn into your prince. Or whatever, that is such a cliché that women use way too often. Men are not frogs or princes, they are men. What is wrong with society?
When I was younger I had such a simplistic view of the world, and love. You meet someone, both people like each other, you date, fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after.
You know what bothers me the most? When people say relationships are complicated, "It's complicated," they'll say. Like, duh! This isn't a fairy tale. Come on, grown up and live in the real world. It is never that easy, and once you realize that, you don't get disappointed as often. One of my biggest pet peeves.
Back on track, my last date was two nights ago, with some guy wears a suit to work every day in some sky-scraping office building. Woop-deedoo. Who cares?
I always insist on meeting the guys that Alice sets me up with at the restaurant where we are having dinner. And it's always a restaurant for dinner, these days. You know, if I wrote about characters who only took their date to a stupid overpriced restaurant for dinner and then expected them to fall at their feet in gratitude, I wouldn't sell a single book. These guys need to come up with something more impressive than that.
Anyways, we had dinner at a steakhouse, he didn't ask if I like steak and then proceeded to question me when I ordered something other than a huge chunk of beef for my dinner. Like, I just want a stupid piece of fish today, is that ok with you? I don't really care either way. I would have been happier to just leave then but Alice is my closest friend so the things I suffer through for her are innumerable. We can laugh about it all later.
We had our basic dinner, and then he asked if I wanted to come back to his place for a "drink." Like, come on, we are both adults here, I know that doesn't actually mean you want me to come over only for a glass of wine at your expensive condo where you didn't even pick out your own couches. So I said no. The look of shock on his face still makes me chuckle when I think about it. You're gonna have to try a bit harder than that, bud.
I'm just realizing how messy my handwriting is… Usually I just type whatever I'm writing but was advised to use a pen and a journal for this. Melissa probably has no clue what she is talking about, but at least when I quit I can say I tried everything.