Do These Rose-Colored Glasses Make Me Look Fat?

I hate money...

I hate having to spend all my time trying to acquire some, then giving it to someone else...and I especially HATE having to worry about whether I have enough.

I'm in a tough place right now as far as money goes...but who isn't these days?  Right now, I'm working part-time at a place I get paid and part-time at a place I don't get paid.  Now, if I could work 40 hours a week at the place I get paid, I'd be golden.  However, by giving up the unpaid position, I'm giving up on valuable professional experience that could possibly lead to a better paid position.

Conundrum!

So, what do I do?  Do I say goodbye to the internship and work full-time, or do I remain naively optimistic and stick with both part-time positions?

Right now, I'm opting for the second option, because I DO NOT want to be a receptionist forever.  So, I'm looking this big gamble straight in the face with some lovely rose-colored glasses on and telling myself over and over again that whatever is meant to be is meant to be.

Ugh.

Gaydate

There are a few things you always want to ask your dates, but never do.  They are what the French would call bougouis questions... oh, that reminds me.  I got stood-up by a cowardly Frenchman a couple of weeks ago; totally overrated nation.  

But I digress...  these questions include:  "Why did your last long-term relationship end?"  "How do you want to raise our future children?"  and my mother's favorite, "Why are you still single?"

I never thought I would find myself wanting to ask, "Excuse me, but you're gay, aren't you?"  I SWEAR, I went out with a gay man.  

When I first came across his profile on Jdate, I thought he was great.  His About Me section was so funny and that's a good way to get my attention.  He also looked mighty cute in his pictures, which doesn't hurt.  So, we email back and forth for a bit and I give him my number.  The minute he says, "Hi Rachel," I think, omg, he's gay!  But I stop myself short...  I know better then that.  Judaism says to always give people the benefit of the doubt, so I make myself believe that's in all in my mind.  

...it was NOT all in my mind.

We met up for coffee and from the first minute we met, it was aaaawwwwkward!  We did that awkward little handshake/hug dance, where I go in for a hug and he jabs me in the stomach trying to shake my hand.  Such a great way to start off the date.  He is a really nice, cute guy, but the entire time I can't stop thinking, there is NO WAY this guy is straight!  There's something innately feminine about his whole persona and I find myself struggling REALLY hard to create some chemistry between us- though I have to say, I have had some fantastic chemistry with gay men before, but this was a lost cause.

So, I went home that night, feeling as confused as he probably is.  

NO! SLEEP! TIL BROOKLYN!

SO...On March 14th, I will have lived in NY for 3 months.  Crazy!  And in honor of the City and my 3 month anniversary,  I'm moving...to Brooklyn!  I know it doesn't sound super fabulous, but it is SO fabulous!  

Things I've missed in the past 3 months:

-my own bedroom with four walls

-my own bedroom that has a door

-my own bedroom that I can stand up in

-my own bedroom I can trash without bothering my roommate

These are the types of things you have to sacrifice in order to live in Manhattan.... and I miss them dearly.  So, I went on Craiglist-seriously, how did people find apartments before this groovy site popped up?- sent out my cover letter to prospective roommates, and looked at a couple places.

I liked the first place right away.  The layout, the roommates, the location- it was all great.  And guess what... they asked me to move in! :D  So, I'm moving into my new place on April 1st.  I will miss my fantastic, current roommate SO much, but she's just a train ride away.

Exciting things are happening over here for me.  Not only did I get the place I wanted, but I got rehired at the hair salon which laid me off after only 2 days of work.  My mom always taught me never to burn my bridges, and I guess she was right, because when the job opened up again, they called me up and asked if I would come back.  YAY MONEY!  YAY GOOD INTERNSHIP!  YAY NEW PLACE!  YAY NEW BOY... more on that later though.  I don't wanna get ahead of myself :)