Introduction

It's started 4 years ago. I was single 23 year old workaholic, who loved 3 things - dating, working and partying.

My life was pretty great. I was young, hot and successful - I was the "it" girl when I met him.

He was a prince on a white horse. Well, actually he was a lawyer who I met on a "Body Sushi Party". Nonetheless, he was handsome, funny, down to earth guy, who I fell in love with from the first date.

As our relationship got stronger, more and more I thought that he was "The One". But unfortunately after 4 years of being together (3 of them - in one apartment) he cheated on me in our bed (I actually saw it) and left to another county, hoping to stay friends.


After couple of months of weeping and a month of hard core partying with some rebound sex. I decided to get my life back on track and become "happy single" again.


I have some tasks that I believe are going to help me achieving my goal:

1) Start playing drums again (yep, I used to play drums until I had to give them up for the sake of new career)

2) Work out at least every second day.

3) Stop going out more then twice a week, and stop getting drunk more then once a month.

4) Read a good book at least every second day, at least for 30min.

5) Stop looking for a guy to fulfill your life. No one likes needy.

And of course - write reports of progress in this blog. So, dear reader - if you exist...) In case this blog randomly ends, know that I fail.


P.S. Sorry for my English, I'm from Russia.

Sunday, 10 March 2013

The Ex Date.


So my ex came to town, and instead of running away and hiding in corners, I decided to have dinner with him. He came with flowers, and through the awkwardness of situation, was trying to be as lovely as possible.

Tell you what, dinners with exes are shit and if you can avoid it, please do. What happens is you get drunk and start to have all this mixed feelings like - lets get back together combined with I hate you stupid asshole. Of course he had no idea that I was going through that roller coaster. All he knew was - I'm not angry any more and I will always cherish our friendship (well played Andy).
All of this would be swell, but when I was saying goodbye to him, and it was our first meeting after breakup, I (as a reflex of 4 years) kissed him on the lips. Most awkward moment in my life! We just stood there for a minute, staring at each other, it felt wrong, it felt bad. Then we head our ways.

I said it before and I'll say it again, don't dinner with exes...
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