Seconds, just seconds ago I realized how freakin dense I am.  Or maybe blonde?  No, I'll go with dense ... but I'll get back to that in a moment.

If you weren't at Fishlips last night, you missed out!  I reserved a table for 10, my best friend, a few of her friends, my sister, and some Couchsurfers joined me.  Or maybe it was just that much better after I'd had about as much beer as half my weight ... Oh the wonderful ways to drown out your single girl sorrows.

Which leads me back to being dense.  So once again I've proven my theory that I have awful luck in the dating department.  There was a guy I enjoyed spending time with, but he's a busy dude, so I figured the lack of hanging out was due to that.  I've bumped into him a couple times and each time I'm told how hot I am.  Um, thank you ... but why don't we hang out?  Hello?!  Earth to Kindra!  He has a freakin girlfriend now! 

Why can't guys just tell you these things?  Instead of making excuses just give it to me straight, "Yeah, so I met this girl and we've become more serious" ... it's that easy.  My feelings won't be hurt - what hurts is having my ego bruised when I figure out what's going on myself and feel like a complete dumbass for continuing to hit on the dude.  Just let me know so I can retreat back to friend mode.

Arrgh!  Men!  Haha!  Gotta love 'em ;)

Or not.  ;P