Tainted Love

I’m not sure if anyone’s said this, but some one should.

Walking through a breakup is like walking through a minefield.  It’s never good, it isn’t healthy for anyone, and while you’re spending your whole trip trying to be safe, you know that you might fall apart at any second.

Last night was a fun night for Richmond.  Bands, broads (the best kind…the kind that love both you and you in your past relationship) and cute boys.  The kind of cute boys that I got all excited about when I realized that I was single, but that I shouldn’t even be thinking about.  

That’s right, I had a few drinks.  And even met some cute boys.  My first thought was ‘oh my god, you sound incredibly nice.  NICE.  Wow it would be nice to date a NICE boy, AND you’re cute…”

But those first thoughts certainly don’t sound organized, or productive.  So I walked away.  I guess I’m not looking.  For my own sake, and for the sake of who ever is interested.  They don’t need scattered thoughts me, but sane, real-woman me.

All that aside, it was great to buy a round of (extremely stingy) Jameson shots for a few friends, and be able to enjoy the band playing, bobbing my head and sipping my drink, not having to worry about my phone ringing or a boyfriend who hates this type of music.  The band was great, the friends were amazing, and I just had fun.  

And there were lots of cute guys to check out.

But I digress.  Richmond’s a fun town to hang out in, and I’m having a good, great time. Spent most of today cleaning and getting over the slight hangover, like the rest of Richmond.  Can’t wait to have an amazing brunch date with the right guy, because brunch is by far one of the best parts of RVA (everyone gets wasted, sleeps in, and then wakes up to go out and get drunk AGAIN…like I said, awesome).

But for now, I’ve crossed the first part of that minefield.  Alright, Richmond, throw something else at me.  Something fun.

Love, 

Carrie Broadshaw