trufax #342964: i have a fish calendar.

Although the process of breaking up leaves much to be desired, the process of "unbreaking up" has its downsides as well.

1) Routines.
I was JUST getting used to filling my daily routine with meaningless drivel (watching reruns of reality television, making "dinner" [noodles], sprawling out across my bed alone at any point in time, talking to the animals) when Joe decided that he was tired of being single and decided he wanted to start over (ok, there are plenty more reasons, but this is the simplest way to put it). Now my pattern of doing a whole lot of nothing is being replaced with getting overnight bags ready, making sure I don't forget my deoderant and finding a relatively safe spot on State Street to park. I almost miss sitting on Livejournal for hours on end - and I bet s_s misses me too.

2) Money.
Dating someone means spending money... in a loose way. I've been pretty on top of my bank account for the last month and spent a (good) bit "bettering" myself (buying new clothes and makeup so I don't look like a tired spinster when I go out) and a not-so-much bit on food. Joe and I really like eating out and the last week has proved that - with Tokyo Seoul, Erawan and The Mission happening in a span of six days. On top of that, having to pay rent (I forgot it was February already... ffffuuuuuuuu) and owing Sarah about $200 for utilities (and that doesn't even include Time Warner... again, fffffuuuuuu), I am back down to pennies and my food intake for this weekend will be limited to the two cans of sauerkraut and one can of green beans in my pantry - unless I decide to forgo the $3 screwdrivers I'll be drinking all night tonight.

3) Boobs.
My DDs have always posed a bit of a problem for me... good problems included. I've enjoyed showing off the tatas for the last three weeks in low-cut shirts and push-up bras and while my boyfriend certainly enjoys that, I feel a bit of a hussy when I go out without him flaunting the girls. Granted, I could wear a turtleneck and still have guys checking out my rack (which becomes a uniboob when faced with the frightening idea of being covered up) but still. I made the mistake of wearing a v-neck tee last night for Mexican food and found that the waiter addressed only me (until it came time for the check... where he handed it promptly to Joe).

4) Updating.
Telling friends really poses no challenges. Most figure it out when you change your Facebook status to "In a Relationship" - but that always yields the latent "You and so-and-so are back together?!" text messages from people you don't see on a regular basis and saying "yes" to that question/remark inevitably leads to "This is like a Beverly Hills 90210 episode" (which yes, it might just be!). The problem arises in telling family members - specifically mothers - who want nothing to do with you falling back into a relationship that they deemed "doomed" when the breakup occurred. No matter how much they like/seem to like this person you're in love with, the cautious "ok, well do what makes you happy" (complete with sigh) never ceases. To this, I say "Fuck the Haters." I am not a spineless girl, I know what I'm doing. When the topic of "you're young, you have your whole life to find someone" comes up (which it always does with my mother), I have to resist the urge to say "Well yeah, but I've gone through a fair share of partners that I want nothing to do with"...

5) Preoccupation.
Don't get me wrong, I love writing - whether it's on my own, in my blog, what be it - but my writings always seem to fall by the wayside because it's much more fun to spend an evening watching a crappy horror movie with your significant other than it is to let the world (or the five people who read this) know that your life is hunky-dory. I'm sure I'll have a post this weekend - namely because the boy is in Boston and I'll be out celebrating fake-single-girl status with Sarah - but come next week, it's back to the grind... and occupied Amanda.