Father's Day

 I wasn't expecting to write about Father's Day. I got back from the club about an hour ago, and it's currently 3:50AM. Tonight was crazy, and I'm incredibly drunk. Maya and I went to Little Sister, a hugely popular and very exclusive club in flatiron, Between the two of us we paid $125 and each got about 2 drinks out of it.

We met a heavy metal artist named Evan Seinfeld, along with his son and manager (who maya was happy to meet since she's about to release an EP). I made out with two guys and got a few instas/numbers. But, without fail, I come back thinking about two guys who aren't worth dogshit, but occupy my mind nonetheless: Jack and M. I was nearly on the verge of tears telling Maya how pathetic I felt not being able to let the feeling go. But then, right before I opened my laptop, I checked my cooking account and saw that my dad liked my two most recent photos: one of avocado toast and one of mushroom cream sauce. I don't know why this made me so emotional, but it suddenly did. Fuck these guys. None of them have ever lived up to the standard that my dad has set. and you know what? That's a good thing. I deserve nothing less thant the standard my dad has set for me--and he set the bar high. No longer will I settle for stupid shit that doesn't fully satisfy me. One day when I'm with the right guy I will know that all these lonely nights and overthinking will have been worth it. The right guy will make my exes look like insignificant pieces of shit. 

Anyways, I think I should go to bed... I am way too fucked up. 

Happy Father's Day!

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