One of those weeks...

Not days...weeks. The kind of week that starts off on a high note...the kind that has nowhere to go but downhill....fast. Monday night, I'm going to keep to myself for now. I don't want to spoil it, because I'm still basking in the afterglow and I want it to be good, right. However, Wednesday around lunch, i walked away from the place I've worked for 17 years. No new job, no back-up plan. Owner just took his last step on/over me, I'd had enough. I took a few hours for myself and already had a date for the evening, so i chilled. On the way to the date, stopped at a red light, proceed to get rear-ended in my 6 month old truck. By this point im am just raging...can it really be this bad... certainly I'm just making mountains of molehills, right? I pull over on the on-ramp of I-10 westbound...the bitch keeps going...I can feel the steam blowing out of my ears...I can't find my phone..it bounced from it's usual perch, I spent no more than 2-3 minutes looking for it. I jumped back on the highway raging... I speed up to try to find this woman... I did 115 mph for 45 minutes and never saw the car again. So, I get over myself and make it to meet my date. It's a second date so the jitters aren't an issue. I go inside the casino find the little lady and have a drink before dinner. All seems well... Before long she's trashed, invites a long woman to come to the table with us as not to eat alone. I've got no issue with that. Turns out the girls kind of cool. So, dinner has finished, we go outside for cigarette and she informs me that a friend is now picking her up to go party... Hour and a half into a date. I drive the hour back home. Day was bad enough that maybe I'd misunderstood something. Cue last night, I decided to give the lady another shot, The other night had to be me. Go to dinner and I've rented a room for the night.. not too far from where we plan on being. You know let's get a good buzz, and have good night. Dinner was good, then she wants meet up with the same lady friend of hers that she partied with after the last date. A little bit of foreboding, but certainly nah, not again.. come to find out, It most certainly isn't the friend's fault. Now, I don't really dance.. she dances with a few people..NBD.. I don't really dance , I can't fuss..apparently it concerned her a little bit cuz she came outside while I smoked a cigarette to make sure I didn't leave.. which I'm not really that kind of guy. But about an hour later, I'm looking around for her And she's kind of hugged up closely with some guy in the corner. At this point I just decided to cut my losses, pay the bar tab and I rolled out back to the hotel. locked all the locks so she couldn't get in even with the key she had and proceeded to sleep pretty good. Wake up this morning not a call or a text, apparently she knew she fucked up too. So today, I'm checking out and heading in the other direction, found out that my cousin that I haven't seen in almost 20 years is only 2 hours away in New Orleans on vacation.. there's where I will spend my afternoon