Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Sorry

Dear Diary:

I know it has been a little over a week since I last spoke to you, and I know that I gave you an assurance that I would speak to you very often, and for that, I am sorry.

Ok, well maybe not totally sorry, I mean hell, I have been busy. I mean really busy.

Work has been an absolute nightmare lately. Things are flying at light speed around me, and it is hard to just to try to keep my head above water at times, but I am managing. I have seen a couple of different job opportunities open up, so I am going to put some feelers out and see what comes out of it. The worst they can tell me is that they are not interested, but I will not know unless I try.

As far as my personal life, I have decided to focus on my friendships and not worry about dating for a while. Is it lonely at times? Sure it is, but, it's what I have to do I guess. AJ suggested I join an online dating site to really slowly get back in the game, and I am thinking about it, but really nervous about it for some reason. I will right out the reason to that in another entry, and I promise that it will not take a week before I update this again.

As far as my finances, let's just say that I am thrilled that I get paid in a couple of days, because I am about tapped out. The trip home to New England cost me quite a bit, and even though it was worth every single penny, I am not finding myself having to dip further into my savings to be able to pay off my lawyer. Speaking of that, I should get my next bill any day now....

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Is It True What They Say About Nice Guys?

Dear Diary:

The other day, maybe it was late last week, I came across an article online about how being too nice was a turnoff to a lot of women. So, that got me thinking, "Am I too nice."

I would like to think that I have a generally agreeable disposition, even though at times I can be a bit of an arrogant prick. I like to think of myself as a nice guy, but am I putting forth the image of a doormat?

Tough question to really answer on one's own I imagine. I guess this is just part of the entire male/female gender difference that I will never understand. Well fuck it, I just don't understand women at all. I cannot understand women. I was born with a penis, so it is biologically impossible for me to understand the opposite sex.

Guys, for the most part, we are simple creatures. If you feed us, fuck us, and let us take a shit in peace, we are pretty damn content if you ask me. But women? I think they need to come with an manual.

And Diary, I do not mean this entry to bash women in any way shape or form. I love them, and I love everything about them. I just do not understand them.

My female friends all say that ultimately they want the guy that will treat them well, not like a piece of meat. Um, hello, that is the type of guy I am, but, of course, I happen to have the big scarlet D branded into me, so, it appears that I come back into the game with a significant disadvantage. But, this is all random bullshit and doesn't get to what I actually asked in the first place.

Am I too nice? You know, I don't think I know if it is possible for me to actually be the asshole. I mean sure, I have my moments, but to be an asshole to women, treat them like shit, like a piece of meat, that I don't think I could ever do. It is just not how I am built.

I like treating women with respect. I like being the protector. I like to open doors, offer compliments, treat them when we go out if it is reasonable (no, sorry, this does not include going to Tiffany right now), and I like to let them know they are appreciated for who they are, not what they could be in the future.

But, this really hasn't gotten me anywhere except put into the dreaded "friend zone."

Interesting isn't it? So, am I going to finish last? (Well, if you are lucky I am)

Monday, April 20, 2009

Chapter 2

Dear Diary:

Good morning. Before you and I get better acquainted, I think I should first probably introduce myself. I am the Divorced Guy. You are my Diary. You are the younger brother of The Diary of A Jaded Soon-To-Be Ex-Husband. You are, in fact, Chapter 2.

Before we go any further, I just wanted to say a couple of words about your older brother. He was a good sport really. He managed to put up with a lot of my bullshit, and for that, I am fortunate to have had the opportunity to create him. So, apparently you have a lot of fucking work to do if you are to be as popular as him. So buck up, or shut the fuck up little one, this ain't no time to play.

I do freely admit that what spawned your sudden birth was an E-mail I received this morning from the girl that your older brother knows about who I went on a date with and who suddenly wanted to just be friends. It seems as though she met someone, so, obviously I am feeling a bit aggravated. I mean, E-mail is great for a lot of things, but with my history in electronic forms of communication (ex-wife told me she wanted a divorce over Instant Messenger initially), I didn't take that E-mail that well. To say that I felt as though it was a punch in the stomach would be putting it mildly, considering the reason she said she wanted to be friends was because of a medical thing she was dealing with. Then I got the whole, "I really wanted this to work out," line, but apparently not.

So, back to square one, or rather Chapter 2, since that E-mail really was sort of a conclusion type thing to something that happened with your older brother. And this Diary is all about you baby.

I will attempt to fill your space with random, and not so random, stuff as much as I possibly can. You can count on being fed at least once a week (hey, daddy's got bills to pay, this ain't a gravy train), but more often that not you will get extra meals spread out throughout the course of the week. I will try to keep you up to date on what I am doing as best I can so that you do not worry about me. I will tell you absolutely pointless bullshit just because I think it's funny.

I will also play around with your format until I get you just the way I want you.

Peace out.

The Divorced Guy