Not a lot at all has been going on

Basically, for the past two weeks or so, things have been pretty whatever. I don't feel as sad as I did before, my friend T and I had a great talk and so that helped a lot. I've been concentrating on work, school will be out in about a month or so and then I start classes once again, let me correct that, I start those expensive al all hell classes once again. Not really looking forward to taking them, but, it is a necessary evil I guess. I met this guy or rather man last week named John (I'm using his real name because he won't ever read this, we didn't know one another for very long). He and I had two really great phone conversations and we were talking about the possibility of going on a date. Basic statistics about him: He's 39, is a truck driver, owns a condo in Harlem, never married, no children, and from our conversation, seemed pretty intelligent. Then, on the night of our second conversation, he asks me, "Do you smoke weed?" my answer was "no". He asked if I hung around people who smoked weed, I told him that one of my friends did and I of course didn't have a problem with her doing so but she doesn't do so when she is in my house, and when I visit her, I usually go in her bedroom while she smokes. I just personally don't like smoke in almost any form, it makes me feel sick, this includes car exhaust, barbecue smoke, all of that. He then tells me he didn't think he and I would be compatible because he has "friends" who like to smoke weed and he can't be around a woman who doesn't like to be around that type of behavior. I was kind of like, "wow, okay" because at first, I thought it was kind of silly/strange/weird but after reading Donna's post on the subject of identifying a weed head, it was all good. Thanks Donna!

While playing around on line the other day, I came across a video of Mysterious Ex doing a presentation for his company's latest product and of course like any crazy person would, I watched it like five times then went to bed crying. I missed him for like two days and contemplated calling him until I made myself remember why I broke things off with him to begin with.

So, I've gotten back on my diet, (blah), I've registered for my expensive as all hell classes over the summer and I'm actively searching for the future Mr. Noir, I just hope I can stay on track.