Happy S.A.D. Everyone!

To celebrate Singles Awareness Day, my friends and I went to see He's Just Not That Into You. It was better than I expected, though the majority of it didn't help me want to get back into dating. I guess it's the cut and dry attitude with which it treats everything to which I object. It's easy to say a guy's not into you when he doesn't call. At least I have no problems figuring that kind of crap behavior out. What about the guys who do call, who do text, who do have conversations with you, who act all nice, but then they just stop being able to fit you into their "busy" schedules, all the while still calling and talking to you all the time. What about the boys who don't act like total assholes, but still can't commit to a relationship? Neither the movie nor the parts of the book that I read deal with the inbetween guys who I always seem to encounter. I find it's easy to escape from the obvious assholes. What's hard for me is figuring out when guys really are nice and just busy and when they're just stringing me along. They get all pissy if I question their behavior, but how is a girl to tell when assholes wear nice guy clothing so well? I did like the ending of the movie. I thought it was nice that they kept it real by not having everyone end up happily ever after, but the ones who I really wanted to get together did. So not my favorite movie, but it was fun and I liked the actors. It was also perfect for V-Day as we were a bunch of singletons. Later that night, we moved on to a dance club in Uptown to enjoy fast beats, mixed drinks, cute boys and letting go of our inhibitions. There's nothing like dancing to make me feel better, even when life sucks. The advantage of going to a gay club was that there weren't many boa constrictor guys trying to latch onto my ass and squeeze the breath out of me. I don't know why so many men are so bad at something that is a very easy act. My friend Dameon proceeded to get drunk off his ass. More so than I've ever seen him, which was vastly amusing, until he puked down the outside of my car. The only reason he wasn't booted from the car and left on the side of North Central Expressway being that he did not puke on the inside. The plus side was that he paid to wash my car today. So that was my valentine's day. All in all not bad for a holiday that I generally loath and despise.