boy crazy birthday
Back to happier things… a few days after my second date with Nerdface, I flew to Vegas for my bday.Â
I really can't write about my birthday weekend. What happened in Vegas really should stay there.
But it was one of the best weekends of my life. I had so much fun with my girlfriends and most of all it validated that I can thrive in this singles world. Though I was outwardly handling the breakup well, I was kind of dreading celebrating my birthday minus boyfriend. The past four years with the Ex involved lavish trips and surprise gifts. I planned the trip to Vegas to keep me from dwelling on the past – and it worked.
I went legitimately boy crazy for 48 hours. So.much.fun.Â
I woke up on my 26th birthday feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Slowly throughout the day, I got texts from almost every character in my dating saga, including an OKC guy I hadn't actually met yet – but nothing from the Enginerd.
The next day, he texted asking how my birthday weekend was, but never actually wished me hb.
WTF is up with that?
I didn't let his miss rain on my birthday parade, but it does suck that we always want what we can't have.Â










