It seems that the newest accessory this season is a companion. Both of my roomates now have gf's, one has had one steadily since I've known him in college, the other apparently has met a nice communications assistant at his job on the hill and has fashioned a girlfriend out of her. I Met her last night while I was watching the golden girls and having a bud light paired with a snickers bar as a reward for studying for the GRE's. I'm sure she didn't know what to make me with my hair looking like don king, only in some sweatpants all sprawled out and her in her work clothes.... eh I'm not too worried about it.
ANYWAYS, it seems that everyone is pairing off. Now did I miss the memo??? I think it must be a seasonal thing.
I thought I had a viable applicant to my program a couple weeks ago but it turns out upon further review of his application several integral flaws were discovered (the largest of which was that I was trying to like him because he was a nice guy not because I actually liked him), another of which he's a lot shorter than I am... I realize that at 6'2"/6'3" I'm taller than most men, but when you're trying to kiss someone that's like 5'6'"..... yeah it aint gonna happen, I therefore had to let him know that there would be no further review.
I guess it's time to get back in the game, I haven't gone out to a place where I could theoretically meet future applicants unless you count JR's at 2 in the morning or JR's after a kickball game when Chip and I were looking a hot mess..... yeah I don't count either of those instances either. So I guess it's time to dust off my dancing shoes and fight the urge to return time and time again to the wonderful dive bars that constitute adams morgan.