Week 1

This week was somewhat difficult...being a Nice Girl is tough stuff. I had a date mid-week with a friend of mine. I wasn't sure if it was an actual date, but it became clear after a few beers that Bachelor # 3 was definitely interested in being "more than a friend." After he had a few too many beers, (which was only 5 by the way...lightweight), he became a little loud, and kept repeating "I'm so drunk." It was killing me. I had so many jokes for this guy, was he for realsies? I wanted to tell him he was a pussy and ask him if he needed me to hold his hair back...all in jest, of course. But, Nice Girl wouldn't say that. She wouldn't make jokes. She didn't. She told him "don't worry, it's ok, let's just call it an early night." Nice girl only had 4 beers and stayed relatively sober, because that's what nice girls do. I hugged B #3 and he offered to walk me home, but he was so drunk, and I didn't want to give him the wrong idea...these days a walk home is a big green light no Make-out Street, so I sent him on his way.

Later in the week I went for dinner with a girlfriend...dinner for two, wine for six. It was great. Earlier that day I had found out through an episode of Facebook stalking that B #1, actor, has a girlfriend. Ew. I wanted to sexily invite him over then spit in his face and kick him in the balls simultaneously and tell him thanks for helping me be a complete douchebag and ruin some poor girl's life. Asshole. But what would Nice Girl do? I simply texted him saying "you have a gf? I'm disgusted, " then blocked his number so I can't receive any texts from him. Nice Girl doesn't give a shit what he has to say....and yes, she would even use the word "shit" in this situation. So after dinner, I found myself in a lovely state of Pinot euphoria. Here was the real test. Drunk Nice Girl...is it possible? My fingers were burning I wanted to text my ex-boyfriend so bad. Why? I have no clue...because I am a beautiful mess...I am desperate for love and seemingly at my sexual peak. I know he's an easy target. But, somehow through my wine and now Miller Chill haze, I manage to abstain. Nice Girl stops drinking because she knows she has to work early, and manages to keep her fingers to herself. Nice work. Hopefully I can keep it up this weekend...