Since it’s been awhile…
In most ways, things haven’t changed too much around these parts. Belle’s still running the household, I still am not really dating at all, an apartment in the city hasn’t happened yet, and I still (kinda) have a roommate.
So – the puppy? She’s doing well. Still freakishly scared of storms and loud noises (she’ll bury herself under the clothes in my closet), but otherwise doing quite well. She’s earned the right to be left at home uncaged (which is a relief for both her and me), and has only caused trouble once or twice. And frankly, she’s still the most adorable, best dog ever.
And the dating? Yea, hasn’t really been happening. I’ve gone out on a few first dates, but nothing more than that. I have been going out into the city more, though — but while those nights are fun, I haven’t had any luck meeting anyone, either. It’s just not the place where I feel most comfortable, ya know? It’s funny, because inside the clubs all the noise and people and everything gets to be too much for me, so I head outside; I hang out on the sidewalk with all the smokers. Of course, being very sensitive to smoke means that these girls that I talk to? Probably not the best match.
The apartment. As it turns out, that gorgeous face you see right above here? No one is very keen to rent to her (she looks so mean, doesn’t she? Sheesh…). Breed restrictions at almost all apartment complexes bar me from moving in and my stellar credit and even my willingness to pay upfront don’t sway those opinions. I’m keeping it at, but in the dozens of places I’ve looked into, only one would have allowed my dog. And, unfortunately, it was in a location that I really didn’t like and wouldn’t settle for.
And the roommate, K. She’s in the middle of a white hot, all-encompassing, new, totally-in-love relationship. The whole joke about what a lesbian brings to a second date? (“a u-haul”) Not so far from the truth here. Literally, after two dates K started living at the GF’s house (though all of her stuff still lives here… I’ve become a storage facility). She’s spent 5 nights here at home in the 3 months of her relationship…I miss her, but if nothing else, it’s easier that she’s living with the GF rather than the GF living here (actually, I wouldn’t allow that — that was something we agreed upon when we set up the roommate thing). I still see K occasionally — she’s still my personal trainer and will stop by to pick up clothes — but the house is a little emptier than it had been.
All in all, if it weren’t for the pesky depression thing, I would say that things are moving along much as they had been. Close, but no cigar on that one, I suppose.