sometimes you just gotta say “what the f*ck.” *

Dear Readers,

Going against my better judgment I am going to write my first letter in almost three weeks to my readers (again), but really it’s on behalf of myself. I say ‘against my better judgment’ for two reasons: 1. the Jewish guilt I feel for not coming up with something new in so long is really riding me hard right now and 2. I’ve released this blog to a few of my real (not twitter/blog friends who don’t actually know who I am) friends, and thus fear being harassed over how lame some of this is sure to be. But as I’ve found myself saying lots lately, f*ck it.

Basically I want to use this space as a means to offer an apology to all of my adoring fans out there. I say that with only a hint of sarcasm, because in truth I did receive many tweets, direct messages, and emails during my absence inquiring as to my whereabouts, even people claiming “I can’t get through my day without your posts.” While I think that is a bit too much pressure on myself, I appreciate the sentiment. Knowing my writing has actually meant something to at least a few people makes it worthwhile. However, blogging by nature is narcissistic, and therefore what my fans think really amount to jack shit, at the end of the day. I kid, I kid.

But honestly, I created this blog to try to discover something about myself, in a humorous (hopefully) and anonymously public manner. Now, my self proclaimed break in the action has not come because I have discovered anything, in fact, I’m probably even more at a loss for my romantic self than I was when I started last fall. However, real life has managed to get in the way, and as a result, finding someone to make out with has not really been on my radar this month.

Three things all happened at once: 1. I took on more freelance writing to pay the mortgage (which means when I have free time, writing/blogging is not exactly my favorite thing to do) 2. Tennis season started and I’m still adjusting to waking up at 5am a few days a week and 3. I realized once the summer ends, I’m going to need full time employment…and as a result I’ve actually started applying myself to job search more.

Bottom line is I haven’t been on a date in over a month, and on top of that, I haven’t even really been interested. I don’t know where I’m going to be in 6 months, and since I need to figure that out it makes trying to pursue a relationship out somewhat difficult. I would’ve thought that writing about ex-girlfriends would still be really easy, but getting mentally into the moment when I’m having a tough time about present options for make outs is harder than one would think.

But I have some good news. Not knowing exactly where I’m going to be in the near future shouldn’t really have this much of an effect on my personal life…so I think I’m going to rev up the engines again. The chances of me finding anyone who I like enough/likes me enough to alter my future are slim anyway, so like I said above, f*ck it.

Also, I want to make out.

Jeremy (bam, my real name)

*Risky Business

14 Responses to “sometimes you just gotta say “what the f*ck.” *”

  1. March 28, 2011 at 10:13 am

    What a crazy Monday. Glad to see you’re back!

  2. March 28, 2011 at 11:00 am

    Why is that we have to grow up, get mortgages, jobs, etc.? They just get in the way! Oh to spend summers surfing, hanging out …

  3. 3 PYT
    March 28, 2011 at 11:46 am

    making out is my favorite. just saying…

  4. March 28, 2011 at 12:50 pm

    Kinda like playing chess, there is no such thing as the best move – apart from a particular context with a specific circumstance involving a unique person’s personality.

  5. March 28, 2011 at 12:50 pm

    Go on have a real life, get out from the glare of the computer screen. Rejoice!

  6. March 28, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    welcome back!

    i want to makeout too.

  7. March 28, 2011 at 8:36 pm

    Welcome back – I feel the same way. I made a vow to write every single day for a year – one that’s over, we’ll see how I feel about blogging :)

  8. 12 lifeanddramaofhandm
    March 29, 2011 at 9:32 pm

    I love tennis!
    paying the mortgage, bills, getting a job….. this is why I want to marry a doctor.

  9. April 4, 2011 at 9:52 pm

    The most surprising thing about this entire post is that your name is Jeremy. Never would have guessed…

  10. April 12, 2011 at 3:28 pm

    Sometimes you just need to go on a bit of a bloggy break. I totally dig it. Come back when you feel refreshed and have something to share. I’ve tried to make that my mantra since I started blogging, too.

    Look forward to reading more dating stories though–I like hearing the male perspective.

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