True Life: I Have a Mild Case of Self-Diagnosed Narcolepsy

I get asked a lot why a good-looking guy with a good job, nice condo, future plans, blah blah blah is single. Six hours later, I’ll respond to them: “Sorry, I fell asleep.” Whoops. My life is pretty much an episode of True Life: I Have a Mild Case of Self-Diagnosed Narcolepsy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had plans to go out – yes, even on dates – and thought to myself “I should really take a quick power nap so I’m well-rested since who knows what this night is going to turn into” and then slept through said plans.

Take last night for example. So I had been chatting with this guy for a week or so online who’s in design school and made plans to meet up with him around 9pm for a drink since we’re apparently neighbors (small world, right?). That’s the first thing you’ll learn about designers: We love to socialize. Preferably over drinks.

Plans: Check
Outfit: Check
6pm Power Nap: ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz

Yes, that’s correct. My power nap turned into an all-out snooze fest. At 11pm my self-diagnosed narcoleptic ass woke up from a dead sleep wondering why it was so dark. Yes. Leave it to me to sleep through a date/networking/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. So much for connecting with another (future) designer.

Bed: 1
Me: 0

So although well-rested this morning, single me reigns steady…and not hungover (on a Sunday of all days) in the least. It’s a rare occasion.

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