This morning I woke up and looked around my bedroom in disgust. I couldn’t remember the last time it was such a mess: There’s a mountain of dirty laundry in the corner. The under-the-bed storage boxes are in the middle of the room with the lids off from when I was looking for my warm cardigans the other day. Clean clothes are stacked up on top of the dresser because I’ve been too busy to put them away.
This level of mess can only mean one thing – I’m not getting laid and I have no hopes of getting laid anytime soon.
It’s pretty hard to believe, looking at the mess of my bedroom, that I just had those promising dates with Mr. Nicepost 5 or 6 weeks ago. Barely more than a month ago…
How quickly things change. I’m too buy right now to be setting up new dates with new guys. And the fuckbuddy has been out of town for so long I can’t remember the last time he was over.
And so I stopped cleaning my bedroom. Silly, huh? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll find some time this weekend to do a massive clean up in there. In the hopes of something good, in that department, happening soon.No tags for this post.