The weekend was a bust, and my bust is sore

So my weekend goal of meeting a guy who 1. is not an ex and 2. I don't work with, was not achieved. Perhaps because Friday night I went to the same bar I go to pretty much every Friday night and never meet anyone. I don't really go trolling, I go because of their patio and $2 beers and my friends, so I can't really complain. I felt kind've crappy Saturday (I think Boss Man passed on his hacking cough to me - a nice souvenir from making out with a taken coworker!) so I decided not to force myself to make plans. Went shopping. Have a few beers with the rents. The rents' crazy friend stops by. Mom takes shot of tequila and decides she WANTS A TATTOO RIGHT NOW. LETS GO RIGHT NOW. Crazy friend says okay lets! Dad says, OH NO. My mom is no where near wild child, but dad is even "stricter" when it comes to permanent defacing of the body. I should note the rents are far from conservative, but for some reason my dad is weird about this. He knows of my 2 tattoos and is not happy about them. So the four of us head to the only open tattoo place at 9pm on a Saturday. And I....decide to get my nipple pierced. I've had my nose, multiple holes in each ear, cartilage, my belly button is currently pierced... and I kind've always wanted to get it done because it's uh pretty unexpected if you meet me under regular circumstance and I like that. My college roommate and I were supposed to get em done together but chickened out. I never thought my dad would be in the building when it actually happened. I'm glad he didn't have a heart attack. It actually didn't hurt, it's sore now though. The fuckin ring is pretty big, I can't wait til I can get it changed. The guy who did it was completely unfriendly, I was trying to make small talk - like hi I don't just let anyone see my boob! - but he was pretty unresponsive. At least he wasn't sketchy.

So anyways, as I mentioned Wednesday wanted to defriend J because his status updates are a slap in my face after he told me how fucked up, miserable and drowning in alcohol he was - suddenly he's now on top of the world and "working hard, partying harder."  GAG. I just don't give a shit... I legit don't "care," but I also don't need to see it because it is hurtful. So Thursday I have to work late and then meet my friend for a couple drinks and I'm on the bus on the way home 11pm and who do I get a text from but J. FUCK. MY. LIFE. About earrings I left there at his place. Hi, 1. we haven't talked in weeks 2. we broke up a month ago 3. I don't give a shit about $8 earrings from H&M. I did not respond. The next day I'm on Facebook for like 3 minutes at work and he IMs me. Fuck Facebook chat.

J: Guess you don't want them
no, I don't even remember which ones they are, they were most likely no more than $10, and if it means never seeing you again I will chalk the $10 up as a loss
Me: That was a random text
oh yeah, because I haven't heard from you in weeks after you claimed you still cared about me yet have expressed no concern for my monumental shift in employment
J: I just saw them, sorry.
hmm, I'll ignore the fact I know you didn't just see them randomly after a month
Me: Do you want your sweatshirt back?
you know, the one I wore home after we got back together. the one from AC where we 1st decided to be exclusive and that's why I like the sweatshirt and took that one
J: Yes thats my favorite I would love it back
well then you should've gotten it back when I tried to give it back the 1st time weeks ago instead of ignoring me
Me: Ok
5 minutes - He says nothing.
Me: g2g, let me know what you want me to do with your stuff.

I'm also giving back his ski goggles he gave me because clearly if I ever go skiing again I don't want to be reminded of him. I made sure to delete his number from my phone, again. I really do hate him. Now I need to start my no-contact count all over again too!

Work wasn't that awkward with the Boss Man last week.... well not when we're just working anyway. I can tell it's going to be a little weird as time goes on because I'm going to get to know these people on more than a stuffy work level...and I feel weird doing that with Boss Man because we've felt each other up. He asked me what I was doing this weekend. I felt funny. Like do I want to ask him back and have to hear him say what his plans are with his gf? Does he want me to tell him my goal of meeting a guy I don't work with? I'm on the prowl, that's what I'm doing.

I really need to start dating again. Eharm keeps sending me losers though, and I honestly don't have time to date during the week now anyway. Ugh. I feel okay though.