Hang·over • \hang-ô-ver\ •noun
- A person or thing left over from or influenced by a past age; Something remaining from a previous time or state.
- A let down, after a period of excitement
– Fatigue, weakness, pain, headache, nausea and vomiting
– Depression, anxiety
Now surely, everyone at some point (some more than others) in their lives has experienced these types of feelings and I’ll be the first to admit – it sucks! My hangovers have left me feeling like crap to the point where I couldn’t function for a couple of hours, feeling as if I was shutting down physically, emotionally and mentally. Yes, these types of feelings are what remain from a crappy date or a relationship gone terribly wrong.
Ah… yes, the dating experience. Go ahead, take another look at the meaning and symptoms above and tell me the funky feeling from being drunk isn’t JUST like getting over that someone who wasn’t quite “the one”.
I’ve talked about it, joked about it, been asked when I was finally doing it, obsessed over how to do it and finally – I’m here. Welcome to My Dating Hangovers.
The time is long overdue for me to start writing about these misadventures. I know, I know – you’re probably thinking “great, another blog about dating”. Well….yes – why not? These types of blogs never get old because there is a wonderful experience or absolute nightmare occurring as often as a car is stolen in South LA.
I’m single, AGAIN, as of Friday, September 10, 2010, slightly overcast, sharing my latest tales with a dear friend, after dumping the one known as Full Metal Jacket via cell phone at 7:32pm (not that I can remember or anything). But don’t worry; this will not be the type of blog that is filled with sob stories and “why me” questions, unrealistic dreams and expectations or any of that fluff stuff. Just real stories about my experiences and how I moved on from the hangovers which will either make you chuckle, appreciate, or HATE the art of dating.
Emotionally challenged, impotent, stalkers, bipolar, adulterers, fiscally handicapped, imposters, cheaters, alcoholic, obsessive, ADHD, porn-addicted, face-licking, cyber-cheaters, down low, and grammatically challenged men have truly been a lot to stomach.
I’m considering this blog a means of therapy as I rid myself of the toxins of the past creating my own hangover remedies, one post at a time.
Until there’s a cure…