Unfortunately, the drama never stops . . .

Hello, world!

I'm back. Sorry that I took a year-long hiatus from blogging my misadventures in dating. But due to a recent series of events (and the need to shake my Ms. Smith's Deep Dish Apple Pie obsession), I've decided to start writing again. So where did we leave off? Okay—I am OFFICIALLY done with Hollywood; The One That Got Away is fat (and a cheater); and just yesterday I realized that GOP (good on paper) is . . . well, I'm still confused about what the hell he is. That's an entry for another day. Preferably one where I've had a few drinks, a couple shots, and listened to a hilarious "men ain't shit" rant by my homie Yaya Vanea. So let's begin at the . . . middle, shall we?

I just ended a year long relationship :(

Yes, 'tis true. I was in a relationship with a really great guy. Great to the point where he walked my friends to the car after a long night of wine guzzling at the bar, took my car to the shop and stayed with it all day if need be, and joyfully rubbed my bloated belly after eating waaay too much sushi. Because of him I can honestly say that I am a true believer in the phrase "be careful what you wish for" —maybe I'll get it tattooed somewhere on my body.

Things started off really good between us. Then all of a sudden, someone got a little more serious—and it's a universal truth that the seriousness ratio can never be off kilter in the least bit. Or somebody's gonna hit the ground running.

And that's where my single status comes in. Why am I single again, you ask? Because I am the number one saboteur of any seemingly functional situation. I must have relationship ADD, because I got bored. Fast. And the funny thing is, all the stuff my ex wanted to do was exactly what I WISHED the three other guys would've done.

But on the bright side, we've actually remained friends! He's understanding of my wanting time away from the "relationship," but I think he only agreed to it because he thought it would bring us back together. Truth is, I don't want to be with anyone right now. I'm so utterly confused as to what the role of a "good" girlfriend is, and he's too sweet to use as my Guinea pig.

So what is a "good" girlfriend supposed to do? Does she listen more and talk less, or should her nagging be accepted as an act of tough love? Does she support her guy in any decision he makes, or is complete support a sign of enabling stupid behavior? Does she question the things that make no sense or is she supposed to "know her role" and trust him to make sound choices?

Ugh...I have no clue. And that's just fine. I'll figure it all out someday. Tonight I'm focusing my attention on this last slice of pie.