Shame and moving past it
The reason for the impromptu post is that I have to get something off my chest. It's 11:15 on a Monday, and I just drove home from Gainesville for likely the last time. I graduated on Friday (!!) and moved out of my apartment. I'm ready and actively trying to get over M. And I was giddy because I'm talking to this awesome guy from Chicago, Sam, who I met on jswipe at Sarah's wedding in November. We were planning on seeing each other in a month when I go on my business trip to Chicago. Last night, we video chatted for almost 2 hours (it was our second time chatting). I thought it went great. ...but then I fucked up. Forgetting that some people can be overly politically-correct, I made a stupid joke about hating Koreans because M's girlfriend is Korean. It was probably a dumb thing to say, but I was high off edibles and thought I was being funny. Sam was clearly super uncomfortable. And now he hasn't talked to me all morning. Oh, and if thinking about M wasn't...