Single set back…

One of the hardest things about being single is the state of mind that tends to set in as time passes. It is a mindset that just becomes comfortable. Not having to worry about what you eat or how clean your house is or even if you decide you don’t want to shave your legs for a week or maybe two. It boils down to the simple fact that when you go to bed you go to bed alone and when you wake up you wake up alone so why sweat the small stuff right… wrong… it is a set back of being single.

I have to admit I have become very relaxed in how I live my life. Truth be told it is probably just laziness (unless I justify it with all the extra freelance projects I have taken on). I am lazy. I come home from work… around 6 or 6:30 fix something to eat… don’t worry about the dishes until the sink is full, after all I have to conserver water… and then watch TV from around 7 to 10 and then go to bed. Although my schedule does vary from time to time if say a good band comes to town or one of my girl friends call and ask me to go to a movie or grab a drink. But overall I only have to worry about me 100% of the time, which in turn you would think I would care more about me since I only have to worry about me, but that is just not true… I have kind of let myself go, truth… who do I have to impress… no one.

So last night I was taken aback… unprepared when an unexpected visitor appeared. Let me back up… I went out last night for my friend Sarah’s birthday. A big group of us decided to go to the Ranch. Now on a Tuesday night I usually steer clear of the Ranch unless I am gluten for punishment… it is not so much fun to wake up and go to work the next day after hanging out at the Ranch till 1am. But last night I thought what the heck. Drinking was not really on my agenda; after all I did have to work today, so I had two beers. But what I did not expect was one of my flings to walk through the door… to my knowledge he was still three hours away. Let’s just call him the Traveling Salesman for his identity sake. Like I said I thought the Salesman was at least three hours away and currently there is no one else in my life at the time that I am even remotely interested in so I was to say the least unprepared for a possible house guest.

I have a sink full of dishes, laundry everywhere, not to mention I haven’t shaved my legs in about a week and I wasn’t exactly feeling sexy. But at any rate he walked in and I somewhat panicked (inside my head at least). That is when it hit me that I have just let myself go. I should be prepared at anytime to have company… you never know who might drop by, but I was not. So when it was time to go I didn’t know what to say or do. I was too embarrassed for him to see my house so I just told him I would call him when I left. My goal was to go home, freshen up, and at least pick up a bit and make the bed… 30 minutes top. Well fate has a sense of humor and decided that I was not supposed to entertain the Salesman last night. After he left the bar I quickly begin searching for my ride… after all I have quite a bit to do. I spot one of my friends and stop to talk to him… well question him hoping he knew where my ride had wondered off too… when all of the sudden I feel something wet sprayed all over the side of head and body. My first thought was… what drunk sprayed beer all over me… oh looking back how I wish it had been beer. To my worst fear it was not beer… but yet vomit… all over my clothes and even in my hair… yuck, what a nightmare. I don’t know who did it because she fled the scene of the crime and all didn’t want to wait around to see who it was… I just wanted to get home and take a shower.

After leaving the bar angry, tired, and disgusted I called the Salesman disappointed that I would not see him until the next time he came to town… I informed him of the nightmare and told him that I was just not up for company. When I got home I quickly stripped down and got into the shower. I do believe I washed my hair at least 5 times. Replaying the scene over in my head made me sick to my stomach and before I knew it was the one vomiting… but at least I made it to the bathroom like most normal people. I have felt crappy all day and even after three showers I still feel like I need another one. I cannot wait until this day is over so I can take yet another shower and crawl into bed and sleep off the horrible nightmare that was my reality.

And to top it all off… Boston lost last night again.

I am Living Single in Texas.