Um… would it be bad of me to admit that I’m juggling 6 men?
I’m pretty sure I’m being juggled by at least 3 of them.
I met a BUNCH of guys on Tinder.
All of a sudden my phone is BLOWING UP.
One is in Scotland, playing golf and looking for a distraction.
Another is in the area, working on movie projects and fun to sext.
Yet another can’t get over how beautiful I am (?) and sends me the most inspiring messages.
Then there’s my steady who actually visited me at my house the other night.
There’s also a new guy with a monobrow who I find strangely appealing.
And finally, there’s the ginger lumberjack who I’ve decided I’m ALREADY IN LOVE WITH.
Yeah. . . me and lumberjacks. I know.
Yesterday I got all dressed up to go out with my friends Will and Kat.
Then I got asked out by ANOTHER man. An Apple engineer.
Should I double up? Meet the engineer at a bar by my house then hook up with my friends later?
I know Murphy’s Law.
If I went out with the engineer, we’d be interrupted by my friends. If I didn’t go out with the engineer, my friends would run late and not be able to meet up with me before my bedtime.
I was right.
I wound up spending the night dressed up in a sexy black jumpsuit, sitting on my couch drinking scotch and watching Sam Heughan in Outlander.
Maybe Sam Heughan can be my boyfriend. . .