no rebounding for me

1. Feeling bitter toward the ex. I need to date and think of others. All I said when we broke up was that he didn't do anything wrong, but all I feel now is that he led me on, got my hopes up, and dropped me. Bastard. (Clearly, not on purpose, but I must call him a bastard for the time being nonetheless.) I spoke to him for five minutes this weekend. Generic chit-chat that left me feeling like crap. Why did we even date? We have nothing in common and he wears stupid hats.

2. Met a hottie Boston cop this weekend. There I was, buzzing, ready for a little rebound action. He wanted the same. I was flirting, arm-touching, doing my thing. Unfortunately, his version of flirting is educating me on immoral cop violence, discussing his republican preferences, and using the word faggot. There goes my rebound action. Damn.

3. Stepmom J met a woman at a party in Ohio who has a son in the area, and they set us up. I met the guy on Friday, and he has since left for Iraq for two months. Ah, my impeccable timing. Honestly, there wasn't a strong connection there, but he was tall, handsome, smart, nice, and he sings really hard with whatever band is playing, so there's potential. And if I find myself continually disappointed by my dating options, at least I have a date to look forward to in a couple of months. That's something.

4. My ipod came via FedEx today - hurrah! Of course, all my music is on my pc at home, so I have to wait in agony all day, but who cares? It's here! I am SO driving around listening to it from now on. Gas prices schmas prices.

5. My coworker came to my party this weekend (where both hot Boston cop and the ex were present - good times), and so as not to come empty handed, she brought me a lovely Indian jewelry box. What a doll she is! THESE are the little acts of kindness I should be focusing on - not jealousy of the ex's car. Priorities, Duchess. Priorities.