Back on the Market… and on SALE!

So Paco and I broke up on Tuesday and he basically left that same night. It didn’t go as badly as the last time we broke up, but it still wasn’t pleasant. He blamed me for everything, told me that I was too immature to be in a relationship and said that his constant joking about wanting to move out, wanting separate beds, wanting a “break”, and wanting his own bedroom were all just jokes and that I don’t have a sense of humor if I took him seriously. He also said that he was too tired to spend time with me and that I’m ungrateful if I expected more, because he works SO HARD so that he can afford take me out to dinner on the weekend. Whatever!

Seriously, it was a ridiculous conversation and I tried not to even get into with him because in my mind it was so over and there was nothing he could say that was going to change my mind. I had already figured he wasn’t going to make it easy, and that he was going to put all the blame on me. I was prepared for lies and drama. I was hoping it could have been ended without finger pointing, and I tried to stop it from being that, but that wasn’t possible.

I was happy that he left after it was over, and even happier that he didn’t come back. I think he really knows it’s over this time, but more importantly I think he wanted it to be over as well and just didn’t want to take the blame for it. He wanted me to do it.

So Friday night I enjoyed a nice quiet evening at home with some beers and a movie. It’s been so nice to have the place to myself and not have to worry about taking care of anyone else. I feel this huge drain on my life gone. I don’t mean to speak so badly about Paco, we had some great times and he was very nice guy, but he needed a LOT and didn’t give nearly as much.

Saturday morning I had plans to go shopping with Matt and Rob, but Rob was running late so Matt and I got almost all of it done by the time he called. We did a little more shopping at the mall and then went to lunch. Matt and I went back to my place to hang out until the party later on, and to our surprise Paco was there moving out. I was kind of annoyed that he just showed up with out warning. I would have preferred not to be there during that, but couldn’t really help it. So Matt and I watched DVDs while he moved his stuff out. He took about 70-80% of it and said he would be back for the rest later. I had really dreaded that moment and thought it would be horrible and sad, but I was generally unaffected by it. I’ve been amazingly happy and unaffected by all of it.

Later on in the night we went to the Rubber Duck Party where we were supposed to meet up with Rob, but he was running super later, so we hung out for a while checking out the crowd and amusing ourselves. It was an interesting crowd and a very big crowd at that. We ran into a lot of people that we knew and some that I hadn’t seen in a long time, so that was really nice.

We met up with Rob at Rusty Spurs and I had a great time. I wore myself out, as usual. I danced until I was dripping with sweat and soaked all over, and then danced some more. Did some shots with Rob and Matt to celebrate the singleness as well.

Sunday I had plans to help Matt move again and then to go to the Hot Sauce Festival with Rob. We didn’t stay at the Festival very long because it was literally hotter than HELL and my feet were burning. I’m not a big fan of the sun, I’m not even a small fan of it. We ditched on the festival and went to lunch instead.

I dropped Matt off shortly after that and then went home and did laundry and man is it nice to wash laundry now and ONLY have to do MINE. It barely took me any time at all. I also did a little spring cleaning and rearranged some stuff now that I have more room. I’m really anxious for Paco to get the rest of his stuff out of here so I can totally clean out my apartment and reorganize. He had so much stuff and so do I, so there was stuff crammed everywhere and badly organized. I can’t wait to have my apartment back and have some organization in my life. I think that will really help with my, and I hate to say this, Feng Shui.

I’m not all that big a believer in the Feng Shui, but I do know that when my apartment is in a cluttered disaster, so is my life… or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, there’s a correlation and maybe if I straighten up my apartment my life will get even better?

That’s it for now peeps. I’m feeling a little buzz from the Tecate and I’m expecting a phone call from Kristi.