This week hasn't been too terribly thrilling. I've been working hard, of course, and that's been keeping me plenty busy. Also, I've been getting back into my exercising. I plan to get out and bust a sweat tomorrow.
I went to another write-in today for a couple of hours. It's becoming easier and easier for me to be around people (unlike the first few months of my sitch, when being around anybody was literally painful). This is the last official write-in, but we're planning on going out to Old Country Buffet next month to celebrate the end of NaNoWriMo (or "TGIO" as it's called. I'm sure you guys can figure out what that stands for. )
I am about 5500 words away from finishing my "novel." I doubt that I'll ever bother to publish it, but it's still a testament to my hard work. It puts my old 1,000-word daily quota into perspective.
One of my co-workers has been trying to set me and another male co-worker up so we can hit bars and clubs together. This is presumably because this other guy is notably single and people know that I am technically single as well. I must admit, the idea has its merits. I like hanging out with this other guy; he's got a good attitude, and he's funny. I'm also hungry for any excuse to GAL.
As for meeting women? Hm, I don't know. The idea has seemed more attractive to me as time has gone on. I understand that I'm in my '20s and that this is a time to "live it up." I have never casually dated, not even during adolescence. I've always been very serious about my love life; I told my parents on my 17th B-day that I was looking for someone to marry, not to date. (Funny that I ended up marrying the first person that I dated seriously. I suppose I'm a man of my word.) Like I've said before, I'm not sure if I'll actually date anybody because I'm not sure if I'm all the way there, emotionally- and mentally-speaking. But the idea is still brewing.
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I doubt that I'll ever bother to publish it, but it's still a testament to my hard work. It puts my old 1,000-word daily quota into perspective. 