#Status: Single. A 6 Month No Man Mission (Drinking is bad..mmmmmkay)
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Tiffany. She's a love addict who is now purging herself of men in the hopes of finding a cure. Think she can do it?? She has given herself six months, and I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT TIFFANY!!</editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @nomanmission
I am pretty proud of myself. Since I have been virtually "Man-Free" over the past few weeks, I have had several opportunities to break my mission. I have been faced with decisions that would either keep me on my path or completely derail me.
On Saturday night, I had three choices to choose from after my "Girls Night Out". I could have met up with "Trainer", go over to another boy's house who will go unnamed for the moment, or meet up with "Dirty Bob". If I had chosen option A, or B, I probably would have ended up breaking my mission in some way. Instead I chose the safest option, which was to hang out with "Dirty Bob". "Dirty Bob" is safe because we are homies and nothing more. When I hang out with "DB" it is like I am hanging out with my best girlfriend only I get to hear the perspective from a guy's point of view. It is pretty damn invaluable. The only issue when "DB" and I hang out is that everyone thinks we are a couple. I find myself having to let people know that we are not together. I mean, I am on a "NO MAN MISSION" but it is pretty close to being over, so we can't be messing up my game or his! "DB" devised a plan to tell everyone that we are cousins. Brilliant. The point is, I was a good girl and resisted my urges. I stuck to my guns. I chose the safe option, even though I am so ready to break my mission. I didn't. Victory! Growth is happening ladies and gentlemen.
Even though major growth is happening, I need to keep myself in check. I know how I get. That is precisely the reason I choose not to drink in certain company. I am already pretty filter-less so when I drink, all bets are off. It's like the bad girl is just beneath the surface and even the slightest enticing situation mixed with alcohol unleashes the beast inside. Especially these days. I figured it out yesterday. I was baffled as to why I am okay most of the time, but there is about one week every month that I am a force to be reckoned with. During that time, I have animalistic desires and everyone knows it. It is the week of ovulation that makes women (me) like this, we are wired to find a man to impregnate us during that magical time of month. Shit, knowing that is enough for me to abstain. The last thing I need is a baby. Wouldn't that be the ultimate Karma for breaking my mission?! Damn, if there was ever a good reason not to break it, that is it!
Last night I made the biggest leaps and bounds yet. I had a happy hour event with all of my yogi peeps and throughout the course of 7 hours, I had only one alcoholic beverage. I behaved myself, and I did not do or say anything in the dark that I would regret in the light. Shit, yeah! Don't think I wasn't enticed, because I was, oh was I ever!!! It took great will power for me to remain on the light side of myself. A couple crazy nights will do that to a good/bad girl. So, I guess I should be thankful for the crazy times during my mission, because it taught me to keep myself under control. Hey, sometimes a girl has to crash and burn before she can rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
My name is Tiffany, and I have 10 more weeks on my "6 Month NO MAN Mission". Think I can do it?!