Alright guys and gals... the blog kind of came to a screeching halt for a while there... I want to make excuses, but I really don't have any other than I became lazy and didn't feel like writing.
The last timeI blogged I was talking about "S". Well that ended pretty much as fast as it started. Which is okay, because this guy is a very cool guy, and had the guts to tell me that it wasn't going to work out for him. I'm telling you, it makes the world of a difference when someone has enough respect to do that. Him and I can remain friends and be civil, especially that we're bound to run into eachother again.
After the whole "S" fiasco I spent a long time dateless, and just in general 'boy-less'. I did decide to sign-up again on that dating website, haha. Sucker aren't I. Almost right away I got a TON of messages... I guess my picture was really hot... lol. I started conversing with a cute guy that had the most gorgeous dog ever. hehe. Him & I hung out A LOT for 2 weeks, and he was way more into me than I was into him... and came on really strong. Something in my gut told me he just wasn't the right one, which was hard because he was a perfect gentlemen and just an overall nice guy.
Not long after I saw a picture of a guy I thought was very cute. Now, its important to note that I NEVER EVER message guys first...but something about this guy was appealing, so I messaged him. He messaged me back and we did this a couple of times before exchanging emails. We chatted on msn for about 2 weeks and it was like hanging out with an old buddy. We really had funny and interesting conversations.
It also turns out that I had met this dude before. I want to call him "Hottie". We're talking YEARS here, grade 10 to be exact. We met through a mutual friend (they went to a different high school than me). Before you know it this guy is exchanging phone numbers with me. He calls me and we make plans. Long story short the next day I show up at school all excited to go on a date later that night and tell all my friends about it. And like the teen movie scene this is, you guessed it, he never shows up. So I got stood up. I never spoke to him again until upon chatting with him I realized it was him I was chatting with. I told him the story, we laughed, and he tells me he's changed a lot since then.
We've been hanging out and getting to know eachother for the last month. It's been great, we've had lots of fun and lots of laughs. We get along famously and everything just seems to flow with us. Lets just say I am very smitten about him! And this is the first time it's happened with a boy in a veeeeeerrry long time. We have electric chemistry. Hottie is so cute, its insane. I am soooo attracted to him. He is the opposite of my last couple of exes...hehe. He's about 6'2", lean muscle, warm eyes that sort of change from green to a light brown. His cute grin and his constant joking around makes him irresistible!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Brown equestrian boots
So I pulled away from the blogging for a while - I guess my life just unexpectively got busier, or something.
Since my last post a few interesting things have happened. For one, Coffee Cutie came up and visited me one evening. We had a great time laying around relaxing, and after a great night of sex he was on his merry way. We have since not really spoken to eachother a whole lot, and I think we both realized that we were at our 'make it or break it' point. The relationship thing is not an option for us for different reasons, and I'm totally okay with things fizzling out.
I also began hanging out with a new guy. Maybe I just didn't want to write about it here and jinx it - ahh that's a good excuse for not blogging!
We're going to call him S. I met S through my engineering friends. Seriously - what is it with engineers and me!? He's the third I've been involved with so far! hahaha. He was at a little soirée I threw, and we just got to talking from there. Having a bunch of guy friends help - to meet other guys that are more dateable (in my eyes) than the actual friends.
S and I have hung out a few times alone, and within our group. We've had a couple of sleepovers, but have not had sex yet. The fun part of all this is that the rest of the group has no idea what is going on between us. I like it better that way - they're the type of immature boys that tell eachother everything about their sexcapades... nothing wrong with that - I just don't want to be the subject of that particular conversation.
So for now I am still single - S & I aren't taking this too serious, too fast. It's good to just take it chill.
Since my last post a few interesting things have happened. For one, Coffee Cutie came up and visited me one evening. We had a great time laying around relaxing, and after a great night of sex he was on his merry way. We have since not really spoken to eachother a whole lot, and I think we both realized that we were at our 'make it or break it' point. The relationship thing is not an option for us for different reasons, and I'm totally okay with things fizzling out.
I also began hanging out with a new guy. Maybe I just didn't want to write about it here and jinx it - ahh that's a good excuse for not blogging!
We're going to call him S. I met S through my engineering friends. Seriously - what is it with engineers and me!? He's the third I've been involved with so far! hahaha. He was at a little soirée I threw, and we just got to talking from there. Having a bunch of guy friends help - to meet other guys that are more dateable (in my eyes) than the actual friends.
S and I have hung out a few times alone, and within our group. We've had a couple of sleepovers, but have not had sex yet. The fun part of all this is that the rest of the group has no idea what is going on between us. I like it better that way - they're the type of immature boys that tell eachother everything about their sexcapades... nothing wrong with that - I just don't want to be the subject of that particular conversation.
So for now I am still single - S & I aren't taking this too serious, too fast. It's good to just take it chill.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Black knee high stilleto boots
You know, it's been a lame-ass week with nothing exciting. Yet, I still managed to procrastinate on writing a post for last weekend. It turned out quite fun - as anticipated!
Friday night was a casual supper at the pub with the usual crew and then me and my girlfriend went to the country bar for a night of dancing. It was alright, except that some dude decided to pour his beer down my back and just flash me a stupid grin right back. He was a brown man... and swear to god if it wasn't politically incorrect I would've told him to stay at the Kwick-E-Mart. Anyway we left after that because it was just a lame night at the bar.
Saturday was quite fun, ended up at the Boys' house for some drinks, then the student bar. Seeing as it was the ever-so-fine Mr. Alexander Keith's birthday celebration I celebrated by drinking his product. Haha. The night is sort of a quick blur. It turns out that it was me and 5 of the boys out that night - guaranteed good times! So we sat at the table and chatted as we got more and more drunk...
At some point we all got seperated and I had one of them buying me beer, and the other trying to grind with me on the dancefloor...ahh. fun! Then later on in the night I spotted a boy I had met 3-4 years back at the bar. Him and I just became acquaintances and chatted once in a while when we ran into eachother. Anyway, this dude is really gorgeous and I decided that I was going to kiss him right there at the bar. HAHHaahaha... ahh lord, I don't even remember the last time I had done that. Luckily, it was the end of the night and time to go home. He walked back with me and we fooled around in bed. We didn't end up going all the way - I think there was a case of WD or something... eish. It's for the best though, because we're clearly not going to start dating!
Friday night was a casual supper at the pub with the usual crew and then me and my girlfriend went to the country bar for a night of dancing. It was alright, except that some dude decided to pour his beer down my back and just flash me a stupid grin right back. He was a brown man... and swear to god if it wasn't politically incorrect I would've told him to stay at the Kwick-E-Mart. Anyway we left after that because it was just a lame night at the bar.
Saturday was quite fun, ended up at the Boys' house for some drinks, then the student bar. Seeing as it was the ever-so-fine Mr. Alexander Keith's birthday celebration I celebrated by drinking his product. Haha. The night is sort of a quick blur. It turns out that it was me and 5 of the boys out that night - guaranteed good times! So we sat at the table and chatted as we got more and more drunk...
At some point we all got seperated and I had one of them buying me beer, and the other trying to grind with me on the dancefloor...ahh. fun! Then later on in the night I spotted a boy I had met 3-4 years back at the bar. Him and I just became acquaintances and chatted once in a while when we ran into eachother. Anyway, this dude is really gorgeous and I decided that I was going to kiss him right there at the bar. HAHHaahaha... ahh lord, I don't even remember the last time I had done that. Luckily, it was the end of the night and time to go home. He walked back with me and we fooled around in bed. We didn't end up going all the way - I think there was a case of WD or something... eish. It's for the best though, because we're clearly not going to start dating!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Black thigh high boots
Oh yeah it's Friday! That means the start of a weekend filled with adventures! Such is my life, really. I mean its pretty exciting most of the time.
So I decided against going to my University Town this weekend - I'll make the trip some other time when I am in the mood to hit up my fave pub. I've also decided that Coffee Cutie will have to wait to see me again, because he has made 0 effort to come see me. So 'dems duh breaks, as my Dad would say. lol.
So far, it looks like a typical weekend of drinking. You see, it's Mr. Alexander Keith's birthday this weekend, and what better way to honor the Brewmaster than to drink his brew? Yeah, that's right, there is NO better way! :-) Tonight me and a girlfriend are heading to the Cowboy Bar for some dancing and foolishness. Tomorrow night it'll be the Student Bar for some Keith's deliciousness... So overall looks like a promising weekend in the guys department... hopefully they'll be some sort of action! GEEZ I am overdue! lol.
Can't wait to rant/share my adventures - have a good one.
So I decided against going to my University Town this weekend - I'll make the trip some other time when I am in the mood to hit up my fave pub. I've also decided that Coffee Cutie will have to wait to see me again, because he has made 0 effort to come see me. So 'dems duh breaks, as my Dad would say. lol.
So far, it looks like a typical weekend of drinking. You see, it's Mr. Alexander Keith's birthday this weekend, and what better way to honor the Brewmaster than to drink his brew? Yeah, that's right, there is NO better way! :-) Tonight me and a girlfriend are heading to the Cowboy Bar for some dancing and foolishness. Tomorrow night it'll be the Student Bar for some Keith's deliciousness... So overall looks like a promising weekend in the guys department... hopefully they'll be some sort of action! GEEZ I am overdue! lol.
Can't wait to rant/share my adventures - have a good one.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Put on your dancin' shoes...!
I finally got to hang around my City this weekend! Me and the City had a date... that lasted a quick 48 hours.
On Friday night I joined the usual gang for supper and drinks. Then it was followed by more drinking at a nearby pub. The pub had a bunch of Rookies from the NY Islanders in there - I was satisfied with the level of eye candy! At around midnight I stepped out of the bathroom only to find that most people had already left. Feeling a bit peeved, and discouraged I decided to make my way home since it was still early enough to walk safely.
I had a text from a buddy of mine who was in town (and who also happens to be gay, thank you!) to join him and his friends at a dance club. So I hailed a cab from the street and made my way to the club. I despise that club - and had it not been for him, I would not have been there. This club often turns into thug-ville. And while I clearly don't have a problem with different people, you just never know when a fight will break out. It was still fun though to be able to dance and not really get bugged by anyone.
Saturday was finally the day! I was hosting my housewarming party at my new place. A whole bunch of friends came by, and it was a lovely time. After spending some time drinking, we made our way to the University bar for some cheap drinks and good music. It was a good time, ran into my cousins and got to chat with them a bit. One of my cousins' friends, whom I've also known since we were kids was there as well. He kept telling me that if he didn't have a girlfriend, he'd be all over me. HA! Yeah right...
I'm really starting to have trouble with the whole thing that hot guys only seem to want me for sex, and its the ugly ones that want relationships? It is SO not fair! While I have zero problem with a little somethin' somethin' once in a while... it just gets discouraging.
Which is why I am having a big debate in my head on whether or not to head to my University town on Friday night. You see, a guy I had dated about a year and a half ago will be in town. This guy is like freakin' poison... We got along fabulously and everything was great, then he dumped me because he was moving to another province and didn't want to get attached and do the distance thing... which is fine. Up until 2-3 weeks later I see him at the bar one night and he immediately comes over cooing in my ear about how much he misses me and how I look great and gorgeous and all that BS. Anwyay, we go our seperate ways and later on in the night I walk by and spot him in the corner, totally making out with another chick. Cue in the hurt.
We have since resolved our issues and he has apologized a million times. Still, I can't help but think what a douche he is sometimes, but he's so hot and irresistible I just can't resist... So odds are, I'll be heading over on Friday night... and maybe I'll be able to run into Coffee Cutie on Saturday or something...
On Friday night I joined the usual gang for supper and drinks. Then it was followed by more drinking at a nearby pub. The pub had a bunch of Rookies from the NY Islanders in there - I was satisfied with the level of eye candy! At around midnight I stepped out of the bathroom only to find that most people had already left. Feeling a bit peeved, and discouraged I decided to make my way home since it was still early enough to walk safely.
I had a text from a buddy of mine who was in town (and who also happens to be gay, thank you!) to join him and his friends at a dance club. So I hailed a cab from the street and made my way to the club. I despise that club - and had it not been for him, I would not have been there. This club often turns into thug-ville. And while I clearly don't have a problem with different people, you just never know when a fight will break out. It was still fun though to be able to dance and not really get bugged by anyone.
Saturday was finally the day! I was hosting my housewarming party at my new place. A whole bunch of friends came by, and it was a lovely time. After spending some time drinking, we made our way to the University bar for some cheap drinks and good music. It was a good time, ran into my cousins and got to chat with them a bit. One of my cousins' friends, whom I've also known since we were kids was there as well. He kept telling me that if he didn't have a girlfriend, he'd be all over me. HA! Yeah right...
I'm really starting to have trouble with the whole thing that hot guys only seem to want me for sex, and its the ugly ones that want relationships? It is SO not fair! While I have zero problem with a little somethin' somethin' once in a while... it just gets discouraging.
Which is why I am having a big debate in my head on whether or not to head to my University town on Friday night. You see, a guy I had dated about a year and a half ago will be in town. This guy is like freakin' poison... We got along fabulously and everything was great, then he dumped me because he was moving to another province and didn't want to get attached and do the distance thing... which is fine. Up until 2-3 weeks later I see him at the bar one night and he immediately comes over cooing in my ear about how much he misses me and how I look great and gorgeous and all that BS. Anwyay, we go our seperate ways and later on in the night I walk by and spot him in the corner, totally making out with another chick. Cue in the hurt.
We have since resolved our issues and he has apologized a million times. Still, I can't help but think what a douche he is sometimes, but he's so hot and irresistible I just can't resist... So odds are, I'll be heading over on Friday night... and maybe I'll be able to run into Coffee Cutie on Saturday or something...
Friday, September 19, 2008
I'm finding it hard to believe - you're in heaven
I'm wondering if I ever will get to stay home for a weekend. Since I moved into my own apartment (in late August) I have yet to spend a weekend there. After this upcoming weekend - IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. For a while, anyway. LOL. I'm still conversing with Coffee Cutie, and honestly I can't wait to see him again. Maybe he can come up to visit me for a change.
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I want to turn to something a little more serious I must mention...
This past weekend my family was plagued with a hardship. My aunt passed away after a lenghty, courageous battle with cancer. She was diagnosed 10 years ago and managed to defy a lot of odds. This warranted a family trip down to the States where she lived - for her wake & funeral.
It is a relief that my aunt is no longer suffering - although it is painful to cope with the reality of never seeing her again. She was a wonderful woman. The plus side of these crumby circumstances are that I got to hang out with all my cousins. We're 15 grandchildren, and 9 great-grandchildren... so it is quite entertaining when we do get to see eachother. Even though I live in close proximity to most, we rarely spend quality time together.
The bigger picture is positive; we got in some great family time, were able to reminisce about the fun memories we have of my aunt, and got to celebrate her life.
DJV 1948-2008 <3
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I want to turn to something a little more serious I must mention...
This past weekend my family was plagued with a hardship. My aunt passed away after a lenghty, courageous battle with cancer. She was diagnosed 10 years ago and managed to defy a lot of odds. This warranted a family trip down to the States where she lived - for her wake & funeral.
It is a relief that my aunt is no longer suffering - although it is painful to cope with the reality of never seeing her again. She was a wonderful woman. The plus side of these crumby circumstances are that I got to hang out with all my cousins. We're 15 grandchildren, and 9 great-grandchildren... so it is quite entertaining when we do get to see eachother. Even though I live in close proximity to most, we rarely spend quality time together.
The bigger picture is positive; we got in some great family time, were able to reminisce about the fun memories we have of my aunt, and got to celebrate her life.
DJV 1948-2008 <3
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Desert Oasis
I guess I have pretty much broken the curse of this desert-dry summer. Over the last couple of weeks I have been quite lucky.
It all started with the spontaneous act of quitting my job a couple of weeks ago and heading to the Big City to catch another outdoor concert, with MAJOR acts headlining. I basically wrote an email to my 2nd place of work on that Friday morning stating my resignation, then fucked off for the weekend. No labour for me on Labour Day! HA.
That Friday night I was waiting for my friends to meet me when the phone rang. It was "Albert" calling me and asking to hang out. Seeing as we weren't in the same city, it didn't happen. He was coming to the Concert also, but only the following morning. He proposed we meet up at the concert and head back to town together on Sunday. I said sure, give me a ring.
Saturday upon arriving at the Concert site I immediately spotted him, I went over and said hi, but he gave me a weird look and practically ignored me. I think had I not said anything he wouldn't've aknowledged my presence. Needless to say I wasn't surprised when I didn't hear anything from him the following day, or since that day for that matter. What a douche.
Over the course of the last 2 months, I had been chatting online with this cute bald guy, we'll call "Baldie". Baldie is a diamond driller and spends 6 weeks straight cooped up in some remote northern location. We had been flirting and chatting online forever, and finally he asked me to meet him for drinks during his time off when he was going to be in town. So we met, he walked me home, I invited him in. The tension was palpable... we ended up having a hot sack session. He left the next morning, and I know I won't see him again - but at least it was a good release!
This past weekend I returned to University town for some good ole girlie fun, and a squeeze of Coffee Cutie in there too. I had to take the bus up, and he offered me a ride to my friends. Awww... shucks eh. So on Friday night I got completely sloshed... and Coffee Cutie met us at my fave bar. I totally declared my 'likeness' to him, he did the same despite not being nearly as sloshed as I was. He was a perfect gentlemen and took me to his place that night. Lucky for me (not!) a certain Mr. Red was visiting, so nobody was getting anything. I do recall us making out for a while though, and then totally zonking out. It's a good think he likes me, because otherwise he might be giving me the number to AA.
It all started with the spontaneous act of quitting my job a couple of weeks ago and heading to the Big City to catch another outdoor concert, with MAJOR acts headlining. I basically wrote an email to my 2nd place of work on that Friday morning stating my resignation, then fucked off for the weekend. No labour for me on Labour Day! HA.
That Friday night I was waiting for my friends to meet me when the phone rang. It was "Albert" calling me and asking to hang out. Seeing as we weren't in the same city, it didn't happen. He was coming to the Concert also, but only the following morning. He proposed we meet up at the concert and head back to town together on Sunday. I said sure, give me a ring.
Saturday upon arriving at the Concert site I immediately spotted him, I went over and said hi, but he gave me a weird look and practically ignored me. I think had I not said anything he wouldn't've aknowledged my presence. Needless to say I wasn't surprised when I didn't hear anything from him the following day, or since that day for that matter. What a douche.
Over the course of the last 2 months, I had been chatting online with this cute bald guy, we'll call "Baldie". Baldie is a diamond driller and spends 6 weeks straight cooped up in some remote northern location. We had been flirting and chatting online forever, and finally he asked me to meet him for drinks during his time off when he was going to be in town. So we met, he walked me home, I invited him in. The tension was palpable... we ended up having a hot sack session. He left the next morning, and I know I won't see him again - but at least it was a good release!
This past weekend I returned to University town for some good ole girlie fun, and a squeeze of Coffee Cutie in there too. I had to take the bus up, and he offered me a ride to my friends. Awww... shucks eh. So on Friday night I got completely sloshed... and Coffee Cutie met us at my fave bar. I totally declared my 'likeness' to him, he did the same despite not being nearly as sloshed as I was. He was a perfect gentlemen and took me to his place that night. Lucky for me (not!) a certain Mr. Red was visiting, so nobody was getting anything. I do recall us making out for a while though, and then totally zonking out. It's a good think he likes me, because otherwise he might be giving me the number to AA.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Nothing like starting the weekend off...
With a bang! hahahaha....
So on Friday night I was in my University town for one last time. It was finally time to clear the old apartment that served me so well during my senior year of my degree, with the world's laziest roomate.
This also meant that I was going to go out, drink, and have a good time. Friday I spent the day packing, and the other half of the day at the hairdressers'. Even got a sexy blow out to sport to the bar that night. This also meant that as per our mini tradition, Coffee-cutie and I went out. We went to a bar to have a few beer, then continued drinking at another bar where he met my friends. He invited me to stay at his place, which I did without hesitation. We ended up having some pretty good sex. About freakin' time I get laid! The next day was the big move back to my hometown, in my own place...
I think karma lined up the stars in my favor this weekend! After moving stuff all day the crew was going out to our favorite local watering hole. I was enjoying some brewskies with the gang when I spotted "Albert". Albert and I had a brief fling last summer. He is the opposite of my type; dark hair, kind of short, sort of redneck, overall not the typical guy I'd fall for. We met in class one day and I developed a crush immediately, which is funny because we were both with different people at the time. I was sort of bitter at him for a while, he ended our fling by going the "i'll ignore her forever" route. I fuckin love it when guys do that. I mean, grow a pair and fuckin tell me its not gonna work out. FUCK.
So I decide do go talk to Albert at the bar. We started talking and didn't stop until he was walking me home from the bar, clearly with intentions of coming in. We each had another beer and quickly got into the sack... where we fucked. It was exactly like last summer, he came and then left me high and dry.... I dropped him off the next day, he said "talk to you later", then I realized he doesn't even have my number... ha ha ha. typical.
So on Friday night I was in my University town for one last time. It was finally time to clear the old apartment that served me so well during my senior year of my degree, with the world's laziest roomate.
This also meant that I was going to go out, drink, and have a good time. Friday I spent the day packing, and the other half of the day at the hairdressers'. Even got a sexy blow out to sport to the bar that night. This also meant that as per our mini tradition, Coffee-cutie and I went out. We went to a bar to have a few beer, then continued drinking at another bar where he met my friends. He invited me to stay at his place, which I did without hesitation. We ended up having some pretty good sex. About freakin' time I get laid! The next day was the big move back to my hometown, in my own place...
I think karma lined up the stars in my favor this weekend! After moving stuff all day the crew was going out to our favorite local watering hole. I was enjoying some brewskies with the gang when I spotted "Albert". Albert and I had a brief fling last summer. He is the opposite of my type; dark hair, kind of short, sort of redneck, overall not the typical guy I'd fall for. We met in class one day and I developed a crush immediately, which is funny because we were both with different people at the time. I was sort of bitter at him for a while, he ended our fling by going the "i'll ignore her forever" route. I fuckin love it when guys do that. I mean, grow a pair and fuckin tell me its not gonna work out. FUCK.
So I decide do go talk to Albert at the bar. We started talking and didn't stop until he was walking me home from the bar, clearly with intentions of coming in. We each had another beer and quickly got into the sack... where we fucked. It was exactly like last summer, he came and then left me high and dry.... I dropped him off the next day, he said "talk to you later", then I realized he doesn't even have my number... ha ha ha. typical.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Boy of Summer.......
Funny how life works sometimes... Yes, I'm here to give you the recap of the weekend, because it seems like that's when the excitement happens.
Friday night there was a big outdoor concert. My friends and I gathered, had a little BBQ, some drinks, more drinks, then made our way there. I was glad to not be DD that night! The crowd was huge! We made our way through it and started to walk towards the stage. At some point I turn around and spot this amazingly hot blonde guy. As soon as I saw him he looked familiar.
It dawned on me that he was the one I had met at the same annual event, exactly 2 years prior to the day! That day I was there with my family and spotted him, he was alone... eventually I worked up the guts to talk to him and we exchanged a few emails. He even came to visit me at University that Fall. Afterwards though we didn't continue talking, he decided I was trying to be his girlfriend or something, and wanted nothing to do with me... so I just never wrote.
The whole night we kept saying to eachother how we couldn't believe we were together again after two years. I guess both of us had resolved that we were never going to see eachother again. It was a nice surprise to run into him, and I'm glad we drunkinly shared a few lip locks....
Friday night there was a big outdoor concert. My friends and I gathered, had a little BBQ, some drinks, more drinks, then made our way there. I was glad to not be DD that night! The crowd was huge! We made our way through it and started to walk towards the stage. At some point I turn around and spot this amazingly hot blonde guy. As soon as I saw him he looked familiar.
It dawned on me that he was the one I had met at the same annual event, exactly 2 years prior to the day! That day I was there with my family and spotted him, he was alone... eventually I worked up the guts to talk to him and we exchanged a few emails. He even came to visit me at University that Fall. Afterwards though we didn't continue talking, he decided I was trying to be his girlfriend or something, and wanted nothing to do with me... so I just never wrote.
The whole night we kept saying to eachother how we couldn't believe we were together again after two years. I guess both of us had resolved that we were never going to see eachother again. It was a nice surprise to run into him, and I'm glad we drunkinly shared a few lip locks....
Friday, August 15, 2008
Rag Doll
The title is from a great Maroon 5 song called "Rag Doll"
How ya feelin?The day has had its way with both of us
And no, Ive gone out of my way
But I'm not free
From this pain Im reelin
I was a fool to think some day you would come around
But no no no I'm not thinking that way
Cause now I see
You are not what you seem
You are a mystery to me
Sometimes I just wana scream
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
Hows your day been?
Cause mine has taken strange and ugly turns
But no no no I feel better today
Cause Im off my knees
You are not what you seem
You are a mystery to me
Sometimes I just wana scream
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
A heart made for a lot of sorrow
No you cant come back tomorrow
Shut my windows, lock my doors
Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymore
Yeah....
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
A heart made for a lot of sorrow
No you cant come back tomorrow
Shut my windows, lock my doors
Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymorewhoa....
Cause my heart wont be your Rag Doll anymore!
So this is my message to you, Kent. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.
I hate how I'm so smart, yet do stupid things.
Last night a ghost came back in person. Kent was in town, and we went out to the club. He sang me a great song that felt good to hear. Apologized for having been a massive jerk to me two years ago, and we talked, laughed, and had fun.
We also danced, he got pretty grabby with me... It was enjoyable, I let myself just be in the moment. Afterwards I dropped him off where he was staying and he told me how much he missed me. We kissed a little bit, and I told him straight up I knew he only missed the sex. He said that wasn't true, that he respected me and meant everything he said.
Today we were supposed to go have lunch together. He bailed on me for that. We were also supposed to crash together after a massive outdoor concert we're going to tonight. He also bailed on that one. He totally seemed distant and acted like nothing was said or happened last night.
This is so typical. I hate myself for allowing me to fuck with my head, once again. So, I guess the old adage "fool me twice, shame on me...." applies.
How ya feelin?The day has had its way with both of us
And no, Ive gone out of my way
But I'm not free
From this pain Im reelin
I was a fool to think some day you would come around
But no no no I'm not thinking that way
Cause now I see
You are not what you seem
You are a mystery to me
Sometimes I just wana scream
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
Hows your day been?
Cause mine has taken strange and ugly turns
But no no no I feel better today
Cause Im off my knees
You are not what you seem
You are a mystery to me
Sometimes I just wana scream
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
A heart made for a lot of sorrow
No you cant come back tomorrow
Shut my windows, lock my doors
Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymore
Yeah....
I think you should just go away cause
Theres no neccesity for you to stay and
Next time you come around my way
Forget it baby your not comin in
A heart made for a lot of sorrow
No you cant come back tomorrow
Shut my windows, lock my doors
Cause my heart won't be your rag doll anymorewhoa....
Cause my heart wont be your Rag Doll anymore!
So this is my message to you, Kent. STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.
I hate how I'm so smart, yet do stupid things.
Last night a ghost came back in person. Kent was in town, and we went out to the club. He sang me a great song that felt good to hear. Apologized for having been a massive jerk to me two years ago, and we talked, laughed, and had fun.
We also danced, he got pretty grabby with me... It was enjoyable, I let myself just be in the moment. Afterwards I dropped him off where he was staying and he told me how much he missed me. We kissed a little bit, and I told him straight up I knew he only missed the sex. He said that wasn't true, that he respected me and meant everything he said.
Today we were supposed to go have lunch together. He bailed on me for that. We were also supposed to crash together after a massive outdoor concert we're going to tonight. He also bailed on that one. He totally seemed distant and acted like nothing was said or happened last night.
This is so typical. I hate myself for allowing me to fuck with my head, once again. So, I guess the old adage "fool me twice, shame on me...." applies.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Riding in Cars With Boys...
Drew Barrymore movie. Not necessarily one I can compare to my life, but the title seemed fitting for today's entry.
Last Friday night a longtime (16 years!) friend contacted me. He asked me over facebook what was new and stated we should hang out sometime (yeah yeah...everybody says that). So the phone rings on Friday and its him (I didn't give him my number!!!). He asked me to hang out, and I hesitated, but didn't end up doing anything with him (or anyone else) because I had to work at 7 Saturday morning.
Since I was working the rest of the weekend, we agreed to hang out on Wednesday (yesterday). He came to pick me up and we went for a cup Starbucks. We sat down and soon after my sister walks in with her 'older man' aka a guy we graduated with. I turned to my friend and told him they were seeing eachother. We both agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that the older guy was probably embarrassed to run into us with a little 18 year old on his arm.
So my friend and I talked, and talked, and talked, we took a long drive and talked some more. It was good to catch up with someone I've known all my life. Now, we know what you're thinking: He's your future husband! hahaha.......... EH, NO. Imagine, I already ruined a friendship of 2 years with my ex, don't plan on ruining a 16 year old one (since elementary school).
To long lost friends!!
Last Friday night a longtime (16 years!) friend contacted me. He asked me over facebook what was new and stated we should hang out sometime (yeah yeah...everybody says that). So the phone rings on Friday and its him (I didn't give him my number!!!). He asked me to hang out, and I hesitated, but didn't end up doing anything with him (or anyone else) because I had to work at 7 Saturday morning.
Since I was working the rest of the weekend, we agreed to hang out on Wednesday (yesterday). He came to pick me up and we went for a cup Starbucks. We sat down and soon after my sister walks in with her 'older man' aka a guy we graduated with. I turned to my friend and told him they were seeing eachother. We both agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that the older guy was probably embarrassed to run into us with a little 18 year old on his arm.
So my friend and I talked, and talked, and talked, we took a long drive and talked some more. It was good to catch up with someone I've known all my life. Now, we know what you're thinking: He's your future husband! hahaha.......... EH, NO. Imagine, I already ruined a friendship of 2 years with my ex, don't plan on ruining a 16 year old one (since elementary school).
To long lost friends!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Plain Mary Janes....
Mondays suck.
Not a lot has happened since the last *emotional* post... Thanks Jean for the little pep talk. It helped... I don't get down on myself very often, but I guess everyone has their moments. I'm feeling better and not so much in despair, but those issues will linger until they are solved.
I don't need a man to solve those issues. The man drought is a tough pill to swallow, but I am hoping that my faith will change once I FINALLY move out of my mother's house very very soon!
Coffee Cutie and I are still conversing, I will get to see him when I retrieve my stuff / clean out my old appartment. He promises to visit me after I move in, he even offered to help "if I am around"....
This weekend was typical, I worked (I now work a 2nd part-time job - financially smart, but social life suicide). I got free concert tickets and went to check that out with my friend, then we went out to the most horrendous dancebar of life. I decided I am never setting foot in there ever again on a Saturday night. FOR-GET-IT. Everybody is between 17-19 years old... and the guys are super super drunk and inapropriate. One tried to put his hand up my skirt while I had my back to him. Swear to god I almost slapped him. I wasn't making contact/dancing with him, he decided it would be fun? Fuckin loser.
So yeah... my clubbing days are not over, but they are numbered. That dancebar's ship, has sailed.
I notice I don't get any comments, last week was a first and I was really excited!!!! I am curious about my readership... does anybody besides Jean read my posts? Just leave me a shout... the encouragement might help make these juicier? (they will if you ask me out! HAHAHA).....
Not a lot has happened since the last *emotional* post... Thanks Jean for the little pep talk. It helped... I don't get down on myself very often, but I guess everyone has their moments. I'm feeling better and not so much in despair, but those issues will linger until they are solved.
I don't need a man to solve those issues. The man drought is a tough pill to swallow, but I am hoping that my faith will change once I FINALLY move out of my mother's house very very soon!
Coffee Cutie and I are still conversing, I will get to see him when I retrieve my stuff / clean out my old appartment. He promises to visit me after I move in, he even offered to help "if I am around"....
This weekend was typical, I worked (I now work a 2nd part-time job - financially smart, but social life suicide). I got free concert tickets and went to check that out with my friend, then we went out to the most horrendous dancebar of life. I decided I am never setting foot in there ever again on a Saturday night. FOR-GET-IT. Everybody is between 17-19 years old... and the guys are super super drunk and inapropriate. One tried to put his hand up my skirt while I had my back to him. Swear to god I almost slapped him. I wasn't making contact/dancing with him, he decided it would be fun? Fuckin loser.
So yeah... my clubbing days are not over, but they are numbered. That dancebar's ship, has sailed.
I notice I don't get any comments, last week was a first and I was really excited!!!! I am curious about my readership... does anybody besides Jean read my posts? Just leave me a shout... the encouragement might help make these juicier? (they will if you ask me out! HAHAHA).....
Friday, August 1, 2008
Karma police...
Warning: this entry is a little emotional, no wait, a lot.
I feel like my life is spinning out of control. I can't seem to grasp one thing at a time and do it right.
I'm failing at work. Procrastinating is taking the best of me and I'm slacking off majorly. In my line of work it's important not to do that because the work never ends. There is always something to do, something to follow up.
I come home at night to my mom's and I am drained in this hopelessness and no desire to accomplish anything whatsoever. Once again, procrastination at its best.
I am in financial ruins. I owe money on credit cards, to my mom, to a friend, to the government.... No matter what I can't seem to get ahead.
I have gained about 10 lbs in the last month. Clothes I bought not that long ago don't seem to fit me anymore. I am unhappy with how I look, and even more upset by the lazy beast that I've become.
I can't get any worthy guy's attention. The guy that wants me, I don't want him (J), and the other guys around me don't think I'm worthy of any special commitment. As demonstrated by Coffee Cutie, and most recently by Kent (see previous posts).
My sister snags a popular guy. Is it because she is skinny? Is it because she's young? I hate her right now.
I don't feel I have true friends. My friends are all high maintenance and I'm trying to keep up. One of them doesn't hide it, the other pretends she's not (but she SOoooo is, just in a less-obvious way), and the other one is so deep in the closet he's finding christmas presents. We hang out when its convenient. I'm starting to feel resentful towards them and don't feel they fulfill me as friends.
I don't know what I need, or what I need to do.... but this is where I stand. I'm a good person, always kind, I'm even pretty... I feel karma is cheating me.
I feel like my life is spinning out of control. I can't seem to grasp one thing at a time and do it right.
I'm failing at work. Procrastinating is taking the best of me and I'm slacking off majorly. In my line of work it's important not to do that because the work never ends. There is always something to do, something to follow up.
I come home at night to my mom's and I am drained in this hopelessness and no desire to accomplish anything whatsoever. Once again, procrastination at its best.
I am in financial ruins. I owe money on credit cards, to my mom, to a friend, to the government.... No matter what I can't seem to get ahead.
I have gained about 10 lbs in the last month. Clothes I bought not that long ago don't seem to fit me anymore. I am unhappy with how I look, and even more upset by the lazy beast that I've become.
I can't get any worthy guy's attention. The guy that wants me, I don't want him (J), and the other guys around me don't think I'm worthy of any special commitment. As demonstrated by Coffee Cutie, and most recently by Kent (see previous posts).
My sister snags a popular guy. Is it because she is skinny? Is it because she's young? I hate her right now.
I don't feel I have true friends. My friends are all high maintenance and I'm trying to keep up. One of them doesn't hide it, the other pretends she's not (but she SOoooo is, just in a less-obvious way), and the other one is so deep in the closet he's finding christmas presents. We hang out when its convenient. I'm starting to feel resentful towards them and don't feel they fulfill me as friends.
I don't know what I need, or what I need to do.... but this is where I stand. I'm a good person, always kind, I'm even pretty... I feel karma is cheating me.
Brown leather peep toes
Alright everyone! It's Friday! YAAAAAAAY....
This week seemed sooooooo long! It went by very slow for me. Work was a little tortureous because I was mostly alone at the office while the bossman was running around and the other lady was on vacation. Alright, back to the juicy stuff you guys like to read about.
The Wednesday night tradition is sort of back in motion after a short hiatus. Me and some guy friends usually hit up a local bar to hear an acoustic version of all our favorite classic tunes. The past couple of weeks were just too hectic with other stuff, so we didn't go. Anyway it is never an evironment that I ever get hit on, because let's face it, the only girl surrounded by a table full of guys, people assume I am with one of them. I don't really care because I enjoy their company and the music (2$ beer is pretty sweet too!).
This Wednesday was a little different for one reason; me and JJ had an intense conversation. JJ is a former hookup (twice, to be exact) and now we are friends and have tons of mutual ones. He is also friends with J. (to read up on J, see previous post). JJ decided to convince me to "give it a try" and "give him a chance" with J. I was not ready for this sort of pep talk/sales tactic.
A part of me wants to try it, but the other part of me really isn't ready to settle down into a relationship. Especially with a guy that has never been in a committed relationship before (I know!) that's sort of a sign. Even if it was a 'trial' period, imagine how much more devastated he'd be if I reject him after going out with him... ouchie. So, J is still on the back burner, and I have a feeling he will be for a long time.
Coffee Cutie update: he seems distant this week. My instincts are saying: ok, he's not interested anymore, chuck him. More to follow as story develops.....
This week seemed sooooooo long! It went by very slow for me. Work was a little tortureous because I was mostly alone at the office while the bossman was running around and the other lady was on vacation. Alright, back to the juicy stuff you guys like to read about.
The Wednesday night tradition is sort of back in motion after a short hiatus. Me and some guy friends usually hit up a local bar to hear an acoustic version of all our favorite classic tunes. The past couple of weeks were just too hectic with other stuff, so we didn't go. Anyway it is never an evironment that I ever get hit on, because let's face it, the only girl surrounded by a table full of guys, people assume I am with one of them. I don't really care because I enjoy their company and the music (2$ beer is pretty sweet too!).
This Wednesday was a little different for one reason; me and JJ had an intense conversation. JJ is a former hookup (twice, to be exact) and now we are friends and have tons of mutual ones. He is also friends with J. (to read up on J, see previous post). JJ decided to convince me to "give it a try" and "give him a chance" with J. I was not ready for this sort of pep talk/sales tactic.
A part of me wants to try it, but the other part of me really isn't ready to settle down into a relationship. Especially with a guy that has never been in a committed relationship before (I know!) that's sort of a sign. Even if it was a 'trial' period, imagine how much more devastated he'd be if I reject him after going out with him... ouchie. So, J is still on the back burner, and I have a feeling he will be for a long time.
Coffee Cutie update: he seems distant this week. My instincts are saying: ok, he's not interested anymore, chuck him. More to follow as story develops.....
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Red Patent Leather
This weekend was a great time. Ended up going out with friends on Friday, and on Saturday had a day planned at the beach. Originally I had asked Coffee Cutie to come up to my town and visit, but deep down I had my doubts, so I asked "J" if he wanted to come along with me instead. Me and J. had previous plans to hang out, drink, and go to an outdoor concert that night anyway, so I figured why not make a day out of it.
Turns out Coffee Cutie winds up coming to the beach. Not wanting to ditch J, I go with him and Coffee Cutie meets us later. I'm sure J couldn't help but feel like crap when Coffee Cutie showed up. I only introduced him as my friend and left out the details of anything romantic that happened. I felt bad.
These days I've been feeling really down on myself. I've mentionned feeling invisible in previous posts, but I think it has hit a new realm. Seems that I can't attract anyone, and yet my sister, who is 18 is dating like it's going out of style. I'll admit it, I'm jealous. What I am really jealous of, is that she managed to grab the interest of a popular guy I graduated high school with. It's not fair, he was never interested in me.... now he wants a girl 4.5 years younger. ARGH! The worse part is that he is actually a good guy, and i'm insanely jealous she can snag a cutie and I can't.
Ah sure, you all say I have my Coffee Cutie, but I don't really. He said to me in a IM convo last nigth that he was cool with the friends with benefits thing. I kind of saw it as more than that, not really an exclusive arrangement, but at least more than friends... I dunno... I don't like this game anymore because I can see myself getting attached, and for what, no reason because he is not the right guy for me.
You guys are obviously wondering who is J, the mysterious new man in my life. Well, its not that wonderful. J is simply a friend, platonic, nothing has ever gone on, not even mild flirtation. Him and I haven't been friends that long, and at some point another mutual friend informed me of J's intention to ask me out. Sure enough, he did, over msn (manly!), and I told him that I just got out of a relationship that started with friendship... and in no position to start that game again. He understood and it was left at that. The worse part is that I love J's personality, we get along so well it's scary... but I am not physically attracted to him. So I can't go down that road again.
Turns out Coffee Cutie winds up coming to the beach. Not wanting to ditch J, I go with him and Coffee Cutie meets us later. I'm sure J couldn't help but feel like crap when Coffee Cutie showed up. I only introduced him as my friend and left out the details of anything romantic that happened. I felt bad.
These days I've been feeling really down on myself. I've mentionned feeling invisible in previous posts, but I think it has hit a new realm. Seems that I can't attract anyone, and yet my sister, who is 18 is dating like it's going out of style. I'll admit it, I'm jealous. What I am really jealous of, is that she managed to grab the interest of a popular guy I graduated high school with. It's not fair, he was never interested in me.... now he wants a girl 4.5 years younger. ARGH! The worse part is that he is actually a good guy, and i'm insanely jealous she can snag a cutie and I can't.
Ah sure, you all say I have my Coffee Cutie, but I don't really. He said to me in a IM convo last nigth that he was cool with the friends with benefits thing. I kind of saw it as more than that, not really an exclusive arrangement, but at least more than friends... I dunno... I don't like this game anymore because I can see myself getting attached, and for what, no reason because he is not the right guy for me.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Ghostly hauntings...
A woman can’t help but re-examine her past relationships in her life, many times over. The happy times, the not so happy times, why we broke up. For me, this happens everytime I wind up single and feel lonely. I start picturing what it would be like had I stayed in those relationships. Would I still be the same person I am today?
For me, a few guys pop up in my head occasionally. I guess they just left a mark. Just when I thought I had forgotten about A., he comes haunting me.
My sister was looking for something in the couch in our basement, and comes upstairs with a stainless steel brush zippo lighter in her hands. It was A’s. He had lost it and was really sad. I had bought him a replacement one for christmas.
One of them I went out with while I was in high school, it was long distance but we somehow managed to make it work, it helped that he worked in the same province for the summer. I foolishly fell for someone else and broke up with him. Today, I am really kicking myself in the ass, because he’s the one I want to marry. Swear to god the minute him and his girlfriend break up, I’m on a plane to see him.
Then there’s the conversation I had with "Kent". Kent was a friend of mine, which I met through an organization I volunteer with. Him and I were platonic for the longest time. One summer we flirted and had whirlwind sex. We never dated per se, but we were fucking eachothers’ brains out pretty often. I got a little attached and in the end I felt so cheap. It never materialized into anything and we both moved on with our lives.
We had to remain on friendly basis because we were bound to run into eachother again, especially through the organization, so it was akward a bit but we made it through without hating eachothers’ guts.
We chat once in a while on MSN, and just catch up with eachother. I found out him and his girlfriend broke up, so I offered up my sympathies. Then something weird happen; we started to talk about that summer (a couple of years ago). It felt really good to establish some closure, and we agreed that there was a definite lack of communication. Although bed buddies is all great and fun, no groundrules were established and that’s likely why things just didn’t work out. When we ended the conversation I felt so at peace, and way better about him, and the whole thing. I guess I confronted that ghost head on.
For me, a few guys pop up in my head occasionally. I guess they just left a mark. Just when I thought I had forgotten about A., he comes haunting me.
My sister was looking for something in the couch in our basement, and comes upstairs with a stainless steel brush zippo lighter in her hands. It was A’s. He had lost it and was really sad. I had bought him a replacement one for christmas.
One of them I went out with while I was in high school, it was long distance but we somehow managed to make it work, it helped that he worked in the same province for the summer. I foolishly fell for someone else and broke up with him. Today, I am really kicking myself in the ass, because he’s the one I want to marry. Swear to god the minute him and his girlfriend break up, I’m on a plane to see him.
Then there’s the conversation I had with "Kent". Kent was a friend of mine, which I met through an organization I volunteer with. Him and I were platonic for the longest time. One summer we flirted and had whirlwind sex. We never dated per se, but we were fucking eachothers’ brains out pretty often. I got a little attached and in the end I felt so cheap. It never materialized into anything and we both moved on with our lives.
We had to remain on friendly basis because we were bound to run into eachother again, especially through the organization, so it was akward a bit but we made it through without hating eachothers’ guts.
We chat once in a while on MSN, and just catch up with eachother. I found out him and his girlfriend broke up, so I offered up my sympathies. Then something weird happen; we started to talk about that summer (a couple of years ago). It felt really good to establish some closure, and we agreed that there was a definite lack of communication. Although bed buddies is all great and fun, no groundrules were established and that’s likely why things just didn’t work out. When we ended the conversation I felt so at peace, and way better about him, and the whole thing. I guess I confronted that ghost head on.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Polka dot t-straps
Title refers to the cutest shoes I own, and wore Friday night for my 'date' out of town....
Things aren’t that much more exciting these days for me... I spent the weekend in my University city and had a last hurrah with my apartment before it is subletted for the rest of my lease. Still no apartment in my city = no action.
Coffee cutie and I met up on Friday night and we went out to dinner. He’s such a sweetheart, we also hung out afterwards. Later on I joined my friends at the Pub.
After a night of dancing and having a good time at my favorite pub with my favorite band, I called up Coffee Cutie for a late night rendezvous. (He asked me to call him). We did this last time and it ended up great, so I thought why not. So we slept in the same bed "without fucking" as he put it last time. We lazed around in bed until noon, and didn’t see eachother again for the rest of the weekend.
This is a guy I could really see myself dating - if we lived in the same city. There lies the problem. At this point we do not know eachother well enough to consider dating long-distance, and lord knows that’s just difficult. So I’m glad Coffee-Cutie is the only action I’ve been getting lately, he sure is a keeper...but will I be able to hold on?
Things aren’t that much more exciting these days for me... I spent the weekend in my University city and had a last hurrah with my apartment before it is subletted for the rest of my lease. Still no apartment in my city = no action.
Coffee cutie and I met up on Friday night and we went out to dinner. He’s such a sweetheart, we also hung out afterwards. Later on I joined my friends at the Pub.
After a night of dancing and having a good time at my favorite pub with my favorite band, I called up Coffee Cutie for a late night rendezvous. (He asked me to call him). We did this last time and it ended up great, so I thought why not. So we slept in the same bed "without fucking" as he put it last time. We lazed around in bed until noon, and didn’t see eachother again for the rest of the weekend.
This is a guy I could really see myself dating - if we lived in the same city. There lies the problem. At this point we do not know eachother well enough to consider dating long-distance, and lord knows that’s just difficult. So I’m glad Coffee-Cutie is the only action I’ve been getting lately, he sure is a keeper...but will I be able to hold on?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Platform
I'm glad things have been picking up in the 'lack of guys department'. It's fun to be online and talk to some very interesting people. Nobody really awesome has come up in the last couple of days though. It's ok, because I consider the on-line crowd practice dating. I know 99% of them I wouldn't want to go out with, but hey, a little hanging out never hurt anyone.
The past few times I went out to the club I've been feeling a little down about it. I have the invisible feeling. I feel like nobody's even looking at me, and I know I'm a confident pretty girl. The guys that do look, are usually old enough to be my dad, or hideous enough to audition for Shrek.
I enjoy going to the bar with my guy friends, but they all unwillingly act as a giant group of cock blocks. Any sane guy will assume that one of them is my boyfriend. Which sucks because I don't want to be any of them's girlfriends! Lol. I have a feeling one of them is interested in being more than friends, and although I really love his personality I am just not physically attracted. God damnit why does this have to be so hard.
This morning I woke up so irritated and cranky. I had a dream that a guy I dated last summer was at this party and totally chewed me out (and for no reason because he's the one that dumped me! lol). So the conclusion is, as fast as things have been 'picking up', they've nosedived to new lows. GAH!
The past few times I went out to the club I've been feeling a little down about it. I have the invisible feeling. I feel like nobody's even looking at me, and I know I'm a confident pretty girl. The guys that do look, are usually old enough to be my dad, or hideous enough to audition for Shrek.
I enjoy going to the bar with my guy friends, but they all unwillingly act as a giant group of cock blocks. Any sane guy will assume that one of them is my boyfriend. Which sucks because I don't want to be any of them's girlfriends! Lol. I have a feeling one of them is interested in being more than friends, and although I really love his personality I am just not physically attracted. God damnit why does this have to be so hard.
This morning I woke up so irritated and cranky. I had a dream that a guy I dated last summer was at this party and totally chewed me out (and for no reason because he's the one that dumped me! lol). So the conclusion is, as fast as things have been 'picking up', they've nosedived to new lows. GAH!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Dry spell
After a short absence, I am back. The main reason I haven't been writing any posts, is that well my dating life kind of went through a dry spell (especially for me - since I always seem to have at least one on the go). Living back with your parents suck. I am all settled in with Mom in my hometown and am looking for my own place, that should increase the guy traffic in my life. Honestly though, it was really lame to go through 3 weeks of nothingness in the guy department.
How does a girl spice up a dry spell? By signing up to a dating site (yes, again). Like the lonely sucker that I am I decided to put my profile up and give it another shot. What did I have to lose being new in town again, it's a whole new sea of guys out here! It didn't take too long before I had a couple of regular chats with a couple of guys. One in particular was like none other that I had ever talked to before. We'll call him Dirty Dial.
Dirty Dial was talking dirty to me within seconds of chatting. I was intrigued. I let him do the talking (or in this case, the typing) and read on to what kind of sexy things he wanted to do to me. It was quite interesting. Eventually I had to tell him that I thought it was all a bit much for this early on. I'm all about getting a little dirt goin, but holy hell not after 5 minutes. I agreed to meet him for a movie and he promised to not talk dirty. We watched the new Angelina Jolie flick and went to dinner. It was a good time and turns out he's rather normal when he's not talking about what he wants to do to my girly bits. We also went to the beach this past weekend and had a good time there. We kissed a couple of times, but I'm afraid the chemistry is purely sexual, and he's not really someone I just want to bang for the hell of it (he's not THAT hot...lol).
Then there was Daddy-O. He's 34, never been married, but has 2 daughters; one is 14, and the other one 6 (both the same Mommy). He seemed really intelligent and interesting, and as we're conversing through emails he asks me if I know this guy named **********. Well I almost fell off my chair. Turns out he's sort of friends with my ex. Great. It doesn't really stop him from asking me out one night. I agree and we go to the beach and for some ice cream. We also hang out the following day and he meets my friends as I was having a BBQ. He's really nice and we really hit it off, but Sunday night after an akward and very long conversation, we decided it was just plain wrong for us to date (age gap, and the ex factor). Too bad, cuz he was hot and probably hot in bed.......
How does a girl spice up a dry spell? By signing up to a dating site (yes, again). Like the lonely sucker that I am I decided to put my profile up and give it another shot. What did I have to lose being new in town again, it's a whole new sea of guys out here! It didn't take too long before I had a couple of regular chats with a couple of guys. One in particular was like none other that I had ever talked to before. We'll call him Dirty Dial.
Dirty Dial was talking dirty to me within seconds of chatting. I was intrigued. I let him do the talking (or in this case, the typing) and read on to what kind of sexy things he wanted to do to me. It was quite interesting. Eventually I had to tell him that I thought it was all a bit much for this early on. I'm all about getting a little dirt goin, but holy hell not after 5 minutes. I agreed to meet him for a movie and he promised to not talk dirty. We watched the new Angelina Jolie flick and went to dinner. It was a good time and turns out he's rather normal when he's not talking about what he wants to do to my girly bits. We also went to the beach this past weekend and had a good time there. We kissed a couple of times, but I'm afraid the chemistry is purely sexual, and he's not really someone I just want to bang for the hell of it (he's not THAT hot...lol).
Then there was Daddy-O. He's 34, never been married, but has 2 daughters; one is 14, and the other one 6 (both the same Mommy). He seemed really intelligent and interesting, and as we're conversing through emails he asks me if I know this guy named **********. Well I almost fell off my chair. Turns out he's sort of friends with my ex. Great. It doesn't really stop him from asking me out one night. I agree and we go to the beach and for some ice cream. We also hang out the following day and he meets my friends as I was having a BBQ. He's really nice and we really hit it off, but Sunday night after an akward and very long conversation, we decided it was just plain wrong for us to date (age gap, and the ex factor). Too bad, cuz he was hot and probably hot in bed.......
Monday, June 16, 2008
ying-yang
After a much-anticipated weekend in my University city, for one last hurrah before I settle in at Mom's for the summer.... it had its ups and downs.
Friday night I had made plans to go out to dinner with a boy we'll name Coffee Cutie. I met him on-line when I was signed up to that free site (I have since deleted my membership). We talked a few times and met a few weeks ago for a cup of coffee. I was face to face with a total cutie with gorgeous green eyes and a grin hot enough to make me melt (dimples, anyone!?). So when he asked to hang out again I was thrilled. He is very nice, educated (Masters in Engineering), and has a good boy charm (but tries to be a bad boy: hence his crotch rocket & pickup truck). I'm drooling on my keyboard. We went to a pub for dinner and it was lovely. The conversation was good, although he is on the shy side and I'm Miss Motor Mouth. We parted ways because I had plans to go to my fave. bar in the world with my fave. band playing. He said I should call him should I need a ride home from the bar, and then I reminded him I live 1 block away and called him on that booty call type proposition. He then replied with a: "I believe two people can share a bed without fucking". Awww...... I was sold. lol.
So we went out, the band was alright. They were very anti-social compared to their usual selves, so that was a let down. Usually after they're done for the night they stay around and chat for at least an hour. That night they left almost as soon as the lights were on. I walked home and proceeded to call my Coffee Cutie. We chit chatted for a while and I asked him if he wanted to come over. He did, and was such a sweetheart. We layed in bed and cuddled, kept all our clothes on, no heavy petting, and a good dose of some sweet kisses.
Saturday night we decided to brave the bar again, us girls. It was a whole lot of shittyness. I ran into a guy I dated last summer and he was sort of a dick to me in person, even though we talk on msn frequently. Then, who do I run into: FLOWER BOY. HA. That asshole. Anyway so like in my previous post I decide to still be nice to him, he offers to walk me home. I think fine maybe we can talk and clear the air about our misgivings. He leaves me for a sec to "go talk to the boys" and in the meantime I make my way towards the bathroom. There he is, talking to this chick. She had been chasing him all night and I had noticed this. So I never said a word, and walked out of the bar. The band was also anti social, its making me question my loyalty to them... kind of the last time i'm wasting gas to go see them if they're not going to even talk to me.. I mean we were friends, and before we talked all the time about everything until the wee hours of the morning...... why the sudden change?
So high points: Coffee Cutie... we still talk and hopefully we will hang out again soon. Too bad he lives an hour and a half away.........
Friday night I had made plans to go out to dinner with a boy we'll name Coffee Cutie. I met him on-line when I was signed up to that free site (I have since deleted my membership). We talked a few times and met a few weeks ago for a cup of coffee. I was face to face with a total cutie with gorgeous green eyes and a grin hot enough to make me melt (dimples, anyone!?). So when he asked to hang out again I was thrilled. He is very nice, educated (Masters in Engineering), and has a good boy charm (but tries to be a bad boy: hence his crotch rocket & pickup truck). I'm drooling on my keyboard. We went to a pub for dinner and it was lovely. The conversation was good, although he is on the shy side and I'm Miss Motor Mouth. We parted ways because I had plans to go to my fave. bar in the world with my fave. band playing. He said I should call him should I need a ride home from the bar, and then I reminded him I live 1 block away and called him on that booty call type proposition. He then replied with a: "I believe two people can share a bed without fucking". Awww...... I was sold. lol.
So we went out, the band was alright. They were very anti-social compared to their usual selves, so that was a let down. Usually after they're done for the night they stay around and chat for at least an hour. That night they left almost as soon as the lights were on. I walked home and proceeded to call my Coffee Cutie. We chit chatted for a while and I asked him if he wanted to come over. He did, and was such a sweetheart. We layed in bed and cuddled, kept all our clothes on, no heavy petting, and a good dose of some sweet kisses.
Saturday night we decided to brave the bar again, us girls. It was a whole lot of shittyness. I ran into a guy I dated last summer and he was sort of a dick to me in person, even though we talk on msn frequently. Then, who do I run into: FLOWER BOY. HA. That asshole. Anyway so like in my previous post I decide to still be nice to him, he offers to walk me home. I think fine maybe we can talk and clear the air about our misgivings. He leaves me for a sec to "go talk to the boys" and in the meantime I make my way towards the bathroom. There he is, talking to this chick. She had been chasing him all night and I had noticed this. So I never said a word, and walked out of the bar. The band was also anti social, its making me question my loyalty to them... kind of the last time i'm wasting gas to go see them if they're not going to even talk to me.. I mean we were friends, and before we talked all the time about everything until the wee hours of the morning...... why the sudden change?
So high points: Coffee Cutie... we still talk and hopefully we will hang out again soon. Too bad he lives an hour and a half away.........
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Closing the deal
So I figured I'd write an epilogue on the last blog. I re-read and it sort of leaves the reader hanging, doesn't it. Here's how the rest of the weekend played out.
Friday night I was at my apartment with my friends getting ready to go out. We had a few sips and headed over to my lease favorite dance bar. This bar is chock-full of military men, and hoochie mama's. The rest are clad in flanel shirts and hunting caps (I wish I was exagerating). It ain't a pretty sight.
Afterwards we grab a slice of pizza and are waiting for a cab for a friend. Who comes waltzing in? None other than Flower Boy!! I was like WOW This man has BALLZZZZ for showing his face. Especially after the way I ever-so-diplomatically told him to fuckoff at 2:30 am when he called last weekend. I wasn't overly nice with him either this time. He tried to pawn it off as wanting to talk, blablabla... you know what? Save it. I told you not to call again and you did. The sick and twisted thing in all this: I really want to sleep with him. I'm in need of sex, and well he's hot and I'm leaving town this time..... muhahhaha I have just accepted a job in my hometown. No more crazy adventures for me as I'll be living with Mom for a little while (very temporarily, of course!)
Closing the chapter on Sober Cutie, I realized that he can talk shit about how crazy I am to his friends all he wants. Fact is, we weren't even going out and he made me feel like such a bag of shit and a headcase. Classic signs of a manipulator, and who needs an asshole like that? So I have not heard from him ever since that faithful night he told me he wasn't around because I didn't put out. And, I know I didn't put out because my instincts told me he was not going to stick around for long. I was way out of his league.... He may have been good looking, but I have the charm, wit, and intelligence to find myself a hot man with those qualities and more.
Friday night I was at my apartment with my friends getting ready to go out. We had a few sips and headed over to my lease favorite dance bar. This bar is chock-full of military men, and hoochie mama's. The rest are clad in flanel shirts and hunting caps (I wish I was exagerating). It ain't a pretty sight.
Afterwards we grab a slice of pizza and are waiting for a cab for a friend. Who comes waltzing in? None other than Flower Boy!! I was like WOW This man has BALLZZZZ for showing his face. Especially after the way I ever-so-diplomatically told him to fuckoff at 2:30 am when he called last weekend. I wasn't overly nice with him either this time. He tried to pawn it off as wanting to talk, blablabla... you know what? Save it. I told you not to call again and you did. The sick and twisted thing in all this: I really want to sleep with him. I'm in need of sex, and well he's hot and I'm leaving town this time..... muhahhaha I have just accepted a job in my hometown. No more crazy adventures for me as I'll be living with Mom for a little while (very temporarily, of course!)
Closing the chapter on Sober Cutie, I realized that he can talk shit about how crazy I am to his friends all he wants. Fact is, we weren't even going out and he made me feel like such a bag of shit and a headcase. Classic signs of a manipulator, and who needs an asshole like that? So I have not heard from him ever since that faithful night he told me he wasn't around because I didn't put out. And, I know I didn't put out because my instincts told me he was not going to stick around for long. I was way out of his league.... He may have been good looking, but I have the charm, wit, and intelligence to find myself a hot man with those qualities and more.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Let me re-phrase
Men ARE shit. Can't believe I let my mind slip from that one for two seconds. For all of those who were hoping for a fairytale ending to my flower episode.... WRONG.
It all started inocently enough. Over a week after giving me the flowers, Flower Boy gives me a call and says we'll hang out on the weekend. Great. The week goes on like normal until I get a particular message on msn from Sober Cutie. Sober Cutie had drunk dialed me (sort of) the previous week and we exchanged a few words on the phone. He asked me what I was up to on the weekend and asked if he could come over to spend some time with me. Sure I think, lets give this a shot.
Sober Cutie does in fact, show up at my place after 1.5 hour drive from his town to mine. We spend time hanging out, and at around 11:30pm the phone rings. It's Flower Boy, and I tell him that I have company for the weekend and tell him very diplomatically. Sober Cutie and I go out, he meets my friends, we have a great time. The next day he even invited me to meet his cousin and godchild. We returned to my hometown (his town) and went our separate ways for the evening.
He did not ask me to hang out once, it's been 4 days. Tonight he messaged me on msn and asked what was up. We were talking and joking around when I said I was great in bed. He replied it's hard to believe, since I'm all talk. And then said that maybe he'd be back if I followed through on my talk. I became a little irked at his comments and told him that if that was a guy's attitude then I don't have time. He basically made me feel like because I didn't put out, that's why he wasn't interested, and that I was wrong to tease guys that way. He asked if I was always this complicated... I guess I am feeling overwhelmed and really stressed these days due to personal matters going on.... but is it right of him to let me go because of this? Did I make myself sound like a total headcase? Probably........ so there goes my 2nd shot with Sober Cutie.
It all started inocently enough. Over a week after giving me the flowers, Flower Boy gives me a call and says we'll hang out on the weekend. Great. The week goes on like normal until I get a particular message on msn from Sober Cutie. Sober Cutie had drunk dialed me (sort of) the previous week and we exchanged a few words on the phone. He asked me what I was up to on the weekend and asked if he could come over to spend some time with me. Sure I think, lets give this a shot.
Sober Cutie does in fact, show up at my place after 1.5 hour drive from his town to mine. We spend time hanging out, and at around 11:30pm the phone rings. It's Flower Boy, and I tell him that I have company for the weekend and tell him very diplomatically. Sober Cutie and I go out, he meets my friends, we have a great time. The next day he even invited me to meet his cousin and godchild. We returned to my hometown (his town) and went our separate ways for the evening.
He did not ask me to hang out once, it's been 4 days. Tonight he messaged me on msn and asked what was up. We were talking and joking around when I said I was great in bed. He replied it's hard to believe, since I'm all talk. And then said that maybe he'd be back if I followed through on my talk. I became a little irked at his comments and told him that if that was a guy's attitude then I don't have time. He basically made me feel like because I didn't put out, that's why he wasn't interested, and that I was wrong to tease guys that way. He asked if I was always this complicated... I guess I am feeling overwhelmed and really stressed these days due to personal matters going on.... but is it right of him to let me go because of this? Did I make myself sound like a total headcase? Probably........ so there goes my 2nd shot with Sober Cutie.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Just when you think...
Men are shit, something like this happens....
After a night of partying it up at my favorite Pub, my friend and I are on the sidewalk waiting for a cab. There are about 5 army guys (the haircut is always a giveaway) standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk. One of them turns around and says: "Hey, where you girls goin'?" Me, being the fabulous smart ass that I am reply: "Uhh, not to *name of nearby army base*". They laugh it up and come over and talk to us.
Finally a cab comes and my friend gets in. I walk home and one of the guys we were talking to offered to accompany me. I accept and we're on our way. He explains to me that he is a Sargent, and on course here for the summer. He is posted out West normally. We get to my place and sit and have another beer on my porch. We had great conversation and talked intelligently about a lot of things. It's one thing to hate army men, but I have a difficulty hating the ones that are actually educated. The problem's with the horny 18 year olds that got given rifles as soon as they got out of high school. He left at 4:30 am, asked for my number and I sent him on his way.
The next day was a big event in my life. My family was here to help me celebrate, and my roomate babysat my Mom's dog. She took him for a walk in the afternoon and when she returned there were roses on the porch. I came home and saw them, and immediately assumed they were from her. She said no, and that there was no name on the card.
These 2 roses were gorgeous and in a vase in an arrangement, none of these silly cellophane wrapped roses. I took a look at the card and it said congradulations on your achievement. I flipped it over and saw a phone number with an area code for out West. There was my answer.
From now on this fabulous cutie will be known as Flower Boy.
Flower Boy and I didn't even do anything intimate, we literally talked for 2 hours. He gave me a hug goodbye and I'm pretty sure I felt muscles under his shirt...*drool.
After a night of partying it up at my favorite Pub, my friend and I are on the sidewalk waiting for a cab. There are about 5 army guys (the haircut is always a giveaway) standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk. One of them turns around and says: "Hey, where you girls goin'?" Me, being the fabulous smart ass that I am reply: "Uhh, not to *name of nearby army base*". They laugh it up and come over and talk to us.
Finally a cab comes and my friend gets in. I walk home and one of the guys we were talking to offered to accompany me. I accept and we're on our way. He explains to me that he is a Sargent, and on course here for the summer. He is posted out West normally. We get to my place and sit and have another beer on my porch. We had great conversation and talked intelligently about a lot of things. It's one thing to hate army men, but I have a difficulty hating the ones that are actually educated. The problem's with the horny 18 year olds that got given rifles as soon as they got out of high school. He left at 4:30 am, asked for my number and I sent him on his way.
The next day was a big event in my life. My family was here to help me celebrate, and my roomate babysat my Mom's dog. She took him for a walk in the afternoon and when she returned there were roses on the porch. I came home and saw them, and immediately assumed they were from her. She said no, and that there was no name on the card.
These 2 roses were gorgeous and in a vase in an arrangement, none of these silly cellophane wrapped roses. I took a look at the card and it said congradulations on your achievement. I flipped it over and saw a phone number with an area code for out West. There was my answer.
From now on this fabulous cutie will be known as Flower Boy.
Flower Boy and I didn't even do anything intimate, we literally talked for 2 hours. He gave me a hug goodbye and I'm pretty sure I felt muscles under his shirt...*drool.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Hat trick!
So last week was a little wild for me. In light of celebrating a personal achievement, I went out partying 5 nights in a row. Ok, so it is not my style to get drunk every night, I can proudly say I got a buzz on all 5 nights. Someone send me the number for AA.
This particularly wild day, I kissed 3 different boys in a 24 hour period! What the hell!! I know I am not bad looking, and somewhat popular with the boys, but that was a bit much for me. During the day, Cyber-Cutie and I hung out being super lazy and watching movies in bed all day. Translation: lots of kissing. It was pleasant, and this all happened before we decided to let it fizzle out.
Move on to the end of the night coming out of my local favorite pub. I see one of the French army men that I so happened to have slept with on a random night. I knew him from before, he was here on course. Long story short, he was leaving to go back to Quebec, and I gave him a great kiss good bye in the parking lot. Classy, classy.
Fast forward to the time to walk home. Mr. Hat, we'll call him, is a friend of a local nightclub owner that I know as well. Mr Hat grew up a street away from me, and is older so we never knew eachother until our mutual friend introduced us one night. Anyway, he offered to walk me home and I accept. We're 30 feet from my Brownstone, and he grabs my face and kisses me. With tongue. Mmmm... cigarettes. He aks politely to use the facilities at my apartment, I accept. He walks into my room while I'm checking my email, and confesses that he wants to bang me. (SHOCKING, isn't it) I refuse, let him kiss me one more time, and then send him on his way...
Oh yeah, and he forgot his baseball hat here, hence, Mr. Hat.
This particularly wild day, I kissed 3 different boys in a 24 hour period! What the hell!! I know I am not bad looking, and somewhat popular with the boys, but that was a bit much for me. During the day, Cyber-Cutie and I hung out being super lazy and watching movies in bed all day. Translation: lots of kissing. It was pleasant, and this all happened before we decided to let it fizzle out.
Move on to the end of the night coming out of my local favorite pub. I see one of the French army men that I so happened to have slept with on a random night. I knew him from before, he was here on course. Long story short, he was leaving to go back to Quebec, and I gave him a great kiss good bye in the parking lot. Classy, classy.
Fast forward to the time to walk home. Mr. Hat, we'll call him, is a friend of a local nightclub owner that I know as well. Mr Hat grew up a street away from me, and is older so we never knew eachother until our mutual friend introduced us one night. Anyway, he offered to walk me home and I accept. We're 30 feet from my Brownstone, and he grabs my face and kisses me. With tongue. Mmmm... cigarettes. He aks politely to use the facilities at my apartment, I accept. He walks into my room while I'm checking my email, and confesses that he wants to bang me. (SHOCKING, isn't it) I refuse, let him kiss me one more time, and then send him on his way...
Oh yeah, and he forgot his baseball hat here, hence, Mr. Hat.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Pink Stilleto's
My instincts are always right. I don't know why I ignore my gut and even bother to give anyone a chance. Luckily for me in this case, I remain unscathed. Sober Cutie found another "cutie" to entertain while I was away for the week. Can't say I'm surprised.
A few posts earlier I mentionned the online dating thing and mentionned "potentials". I finally ended up meeting one of them. We'll call him "Cyber-boy". So Cyber-Boy and I exchanged many many many words over the last 3 weeks. I have since cancelled my membership to the online site, but have remained talking to this guy on msn. We have talked every day for 2-4 hours eery day...without running out of things to talk about. I thought I'd give it a shot and meet him in person.
We arranged to go for appetizers and a drink at a local restaurant. As the online conversation, in-person went really well. We have since hung out a few times. We ultimately decided to stay friends because the timing is really off. It felt like it was falling on the fast-track to relationship-dom and barely 2 monthts out of one, I am not ready to take the leap.
A few posts earlier I mentionned the online dating thing and mentionned "potentials". I finally ended up meeting one of them. We'll call him "Cyber-boy". So Cyber-Boy and I exchanged many many many words over the last 3 weeks. I have since cancelled my membership to the online site, but have remained talking to this guy on msn. We have talked every day for 2-4 hours eery day...without running out of things to talk about. I thought I'd give it a shot and meet him in person.
We arranged to go for appetizers and a drink at a local restaurant. As the online conversation, in-person went really well. We have since hung out a few times. We ultimately decided to stay friends because the timing is really off. It felt like it was falling on the fast-track to relationship-dom and barely 2 monthts out of one, I am not ready to take the leap.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sucker on my forehead
So...I caved. Like a sucker that I am for a cute guy, I caved. After that incident of "not calling me back" Sober Cutie did, call me around 9pm that night, apologizing profusely and promising to make it up. Given the circumstances of tiredness, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and a second chance.
We have hung out a couple of times since in my Mom's basement... so cool.. I know. We just chilled and watched tv. Eventually we had a good makeout session, but nothing too wild. After the first night he called me the next day on his lunchbreak, Cuuuuute! haha. So bonus points for him. We hung out again that night cuddling and kissing.
I was away all weekend and returned to my apartment after a week at Mom's. It's good to be back even though it is temporary....
We have hung out a couple of times since in my Mom's basement... so cool.. I know. We just chilled and watched tv. Eventually we had a good makeout session, but nothing too wild. After the first night he called me the next day on his lunchbreak, Cuuuuute! haha. So bonus points for him. We hung out again that night cuddling and kissing.
I was away all weekend and returned to my apartment after a week at Mom's. It's good to be back even though it is temporary....
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Flip-Flop
Sober Cutie asked me to go out for ice cream. He shows up at my house and then we go to the ATM. After the ATM he calls his best friend to see if he wants to come. Alright, I'm thinking wow I meet the friend already. So we go pick up his friend and head over to a reputable dive bar in the city. Immediately I feel uncomfortable as the only other chick there is the bartender. Sober cutie and his friends order wings and beer, and I just sip on a beer seeing as I wasn't hungry.
We make good conversation and everything seems to be going along just fine. Afterwards they head to DQ and get some ice cream, afterwards I get dropped off.
We have talked on msn twice and exchanged a few text messages since then. Tonight he tells me he's got this online poker thingy and we can only hang until 9:15 ish. Then I say don't bother because I am not interested in hanging out for a half hour. He says he wants to take a quick nap and then call me. This was all around 7:00 pm. Needless to say it is 8:00 ish now and still no call.
Tell me, does this guy think I am fuckin' stupid? I know he isn't going to call me and use the excuse that he fell asleep. Yeah, well take your poker chips and shove 'em up your ass buddy. This chick waits for no guy, and is not willing to be "scheduled in" like some appointment. He's tossed to the curb already, and unfortunately for him he's lost something great.
Nice knowing ya, ass hole.
We make good conversation and everything seems to be going along just fine. Afterwards they head to DQ and get some ice cream, afterwards I get dropped off.
We have talked on msn twice and exchanged a few text messages since then. Tonight he tells me he's got this online poker thingy and we can only hang until 9:15 ish. Then I say don't bother because I am not interested in hanging out for a half hour. He says he wants to take a quick nap and then call me. This was all around 7:00 pm. Needless to say it is 8:00 ish now and still no call.
Tell me, does this guy think I am fuckin' stupid? I know he isn't going to call me and use the excuse that he fell asleep. Yeah, well take your poker chips and shove 'em up your ass buddy. This chick waits for no guy, and is not willing to be "scheduled in" like some appointment. He's tossed to the curb already, and unfortunately for him he's lost something great.
Nice knowing ya, ass hole.
girafe flats
Sober Cutie did end up adding me to facebook and msn. We chatted a little bit over the weekend but ended up doing our own thing. Sunday night I had my friends over for a BBQ, and Sober Cutie started texting me. He eventually asked me if I wanted to go for a beer at a local bar, which I happily accepted. I don't know how I feel about the whole text messages thing. I guess it's a cute way to know that he is thinking about me, but aren't I worth a phone call? It's too early to get all worked up about something like this though.
So we went to the bar, things went very well. We had good conversation, and seem to be on the same page about a lot of things. He admited to me that all his previous gf's were very pretty, and not so smart. He was trying out the smart thing for once, wait, does that mean I'm not pretty? hahaha..... The only thing that really worries me about this guy is that he is a serial monogamist. Always has a girlfriend on the go... should this be a warning sign? Or just a guy looking for love? Myself, I can't judge him too harshly on that because I do always seem to have some sort of male presence around me at some level.
I paid for the beer in a gesture of niceness, and sort of a test to see how he'd react to that. Some guys think GREAT, while others it sketches them out. He drove me home and I stepped out of the car after thanking him for a good time.
So we went to the bar, things went very well. We had good conversation, and seem to be on the same page about a lot of things. He admited to me that all his previous gf's were very pretty, and not so smart. He was trying out the smart thing for once, wait, does that mean I'm not pretty? hahaha..... The only thing that really worries me about this guy is that he is a serial monogamist. Always has a girlfriend on the go... should this be a warning sign? Or just a guy looking for love? Myself, I can't judge him too harshly on that because I do always seem to have some sort of male presence around me at some level.
I paid for the beer in a gesture of niceness, and sort of a test to see how he'd react to that. Some guys think GREAT, while others it sketches them out. He drove me home and I stepped out of the car after thanking him for a good time.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Digital shoes
Signing up for online dating, a do, or a don't? I recently signed up for a free dating website. I have been on this site previously and met a boyfriend. (not my last one, but the one before). I have this theory that everybody only gets 1 online meet that turns up to be great, the rest is not meant to be.
So this in mind, I signed up on a whim and as a cure for boredom. There were a lot of messages from randoms, some cute some not so cute. I ended up probably finding 3-4 "potential" dates. I've been chatting with this one guy and we seem to have the same sense of humour and he seems great, I have yet to meet him in person but it might happen this week.
The others I've been talking to haven't really asked me out yet, or we haven't arranged for a meeting. Which is fine, because right now I am excited about another prospect.
On Friday night the girls went out to the bar. I had a great time dancing up a storm. This one girl (a friend of a friend) was really really intoxicated and ended up dancing and flirting with a very very cute guy! *cue jealousy* How is it fair that she's schmammered and can barely stand, and she gets the sober cutie. Anyway, he appeared to just keep her from falling and being polite. So we hang around the bar after, and while she's leaning over everywhere he turns around and asks for my name and if I have facebook. I reply of course, give him my name, and leave it at that.
Me and my friend leave the bar to go in the parking lot to negotiate a cab situation. While we're chit-chatting with other people Sober Cutie comes up to me and asks if I need a ride. Seeing as I lived a ways from the bar, and he seemed sober and nice, I took up his offer.
He drove me home, stopped at McDonald's on the way, we got a chance to talk a little bit and not only was he cute, but the perfect gentlemen, really nice, he even bought me fries. lol. Afterwards he dropped me off and that was that. I gave him a hug, thanked him, and let myself out.
So this in mind, I signed up on a whim and as a cure for boredom. There were a lot of messages from randoms, some cute some not so cute. I ended up probably finding 3-4 "potential" dates. I've been chatting with this one guy and we seem to have the same sense of humour and he seems great, I have yet to meet him in person but it might happen this week.
The others I've been talking to haven't really asked me out yet, or we haven't arranged for a meeting. Which is fine, because right now I am excited about another prospect.
On Friday night the girls went out to the bar. I had a great time dancing up a storm. This one girl (a friend of a friend) was really really intoxicated and ended up dancing and flirting with a very very cute guy! *cue jealousy* How is it fair that she's schmammered and can barely stand, and she gets the sober cutie. Anyway, he appeared to just keep her from falling and being polite. So we hang around the bar after, and while she's leaning over everywhere he turns around and asks for my name and if I have facebook. I reply of course, give him my name, and leave it at that.
Me and my friend leave the bar to go in the parking lot to negotiate a cab situation. While we're chit-chatting with other people Sober Cutie comes up to me and asks if I need a ride. Seeing as I lived a ways from the bar, and he seemed sober and nice, I took up his offer.
He drove me home, stopped at McDonald's on the way, we got a chance to talk a little bit and not only was he cute, but the perfect gentlemen, really nice, he even bought me fries. lol. Afterwards he dropped me off and that was that. I gave him a hug, thanked him, and let myself out.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Beer Goggles
So, yesterday was pretty interesting. I took a drive back with a cute guy I met a while back. Long story short: he was interested, I wasn't single, my friend took him home instead. While him and I are still friends, he doesn't talk to her anymore and she's all pissy. Anyway, what do you expect when you take a guy home, he won't be your boyfriend. Anyway, he offered me a drive back from my Mom's on Sunday. I did not tell my friend. I feel terrible for lying, but at the same time it's just a drive (his friends were in the car too) not a freakin' date!
So he pulls in my Mom's and immediately my dog loves him. He meets my mom who coincidently standing outside. Charming & polite guy. Anyway, so I scooch in the back seat, look over and his friend has a bunch of Alpine Beer cans, and is drinking one. So I think... whatever, not my car! As long as the driver isn't drinking.... So about 3 minutes after we leave the front passenger offers me to switch place with him. We do.
I look over at the driver, and he's got an open can of Alpine between his legs! I am in shock. SEriously in this day and age I thought people were smarter than to actually drink while driving. The guy wasn't drunk... but it's still illegal to do both things at once! Anyway, I made a light remark about it and offered to drive. Luckily, he let me. So he drank while I drove.
We're chatting away, and out of nowheres a female deer jumps right in front of the car. I slammed the breaks, swerved, and managed to avoid her by about 4 feet. Close call. My heart was pounding. I know that if he would've been driving he would've probably hit her.
Needless to say, I have lost all respect for this boy. I don't want to ever see him again. The worst is that I am not mad, but I am extremely disappointed in him. I thought that he had a good head on his shoulders... and wouldn't do something so stupid. Wait 2 hours, then drink when you get home... frig. I won't tell my friend what happened. It's a good thing that neither one of us dated this loser with a good country boy cover.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Purple suede sky-high pumps
So, it's been a few days. Let's just say that things have been A LOT easier than they were last time. I keep myself occupied with schoolwork and outings with friends. I am visiting my mother this weekend and it has been a great opportunity to get re-acquainted with people lost in the shuffle of a serious relationship.
So, I did what any normal, 22 year old social girl would do; I went out! I did the dance bar on Wednesday night, the Pub on Thursday, and the Cowboy bar last night. All three nights went rather well, no drama ensued.
Thursday night's outing was random. No plans to go out were made prior but me and my friend decided on a whim that our retinaes could use some nice sights. I ended up going in jeans, a t-shirt, and my glasses. I got a couple of compliments on the glasses, and even got hit on by some Quebecers. Ok, so maybe they were just mesmerised that I am actually french. Still, one of them was cute and asked for my number. I have 0 hopes of him calling, just for the record! ha.
Last night at the cowboy bar was interesting.... every time I go it's like a high school reunion. To the point where a former football player, labelled pretty hot back in the day made his move on me. Now before I flatter myself I thought of how drunk he was (and I was not - DD last night). So I guess he's got quite the reputation, and frankly why would I want to go out with a guy that purposely failed a year to play another year of high school football?(true story!!) uhh yeah - I'm a smart girl, with a BA under her belt... why would I date a loser like that.
Today's shoes were inspired by the clubbing... gotta wear chic shoes!
So, I did what any normal, 22 year old social girl would do; I went out! I did the dance bar on Wednesday night, the Pub on Thursday, and the Cowboy bar last night. All three nights went rather well, no drama ensued.
Thursday night's outing was random. No plans to go out were made prior but me and my friend decided on a whim that our retinaes could use some nice sights. I ended up going in jeans, a t-shirt, and my glasses. I got a couple of compliments on the glasses, and even got hit on by some Quebecers. Ok, so maybe they were just mesmerised that I am actually french. Still, one of them was cute and asked for my number. I have 0 hopes of him calling, just for the record! ha.
Last night at the cowboy bar was interesting.... every time I go it's like a high school reunion. To the point where a former football player, labelled pretty hot back in the day made his move on me. Now before I flatter myself I thought of how drunk he was (and I was not - DD last night). So I guess he's got quite the reputation, and frankly why would I want to go out with a guy that purposely failed a year to play another year of high school football?(true story!!) uhh yeah - I'm a smart girl, with a BA under her belt... why would I date a loser like that.
Today's shoes were inspired by the clubbing... gotta wear chic shoes!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Black Pumps
Wow! A first entry. Losing my blog virginity... somewhat. I have blogged before, but it was never under a pseudonym. I heard this is healthy. I always imagined what this would be like. The excitment of being anonymous. I am going to write as many details about me that I can, while remaining anonymous. I guess this will be myself entertaining myself with witty banter, a place to recount my adventures with the opposite sex.
I appropriately titled my post black pumps. Why? Because black pumps are usually plain, safe, and comfortable. Which sums up my last relationship. We were friends prior for 2 years... and then decided to jump on the dating band wagon. Why? Well maybe I was sick of being lonely, and I felt like I had found a male that had common sense, and shared same values. Boy, was I wrong.
I remember being about a month in, and thinking it was a mistake. To be honest, I wasn't all that attracted to him physically, and I thought I could overcome it. I did eventually, but I saw every flaw, over and over again... which isn't how relationships are supposed to be.
I broke up with him about a month ago. It felt right for about two weeks. Then I caved and went back with him. While we were apart he sent me long emails, flowers, basically sung me the song I'd been longing to hear, thinking it would fix our problems. I took him back.
Yesterday, a mere 24 hours ago. I find myself wearing the same black pumps.
I appropriately titled my post black pumps. Why? Because black pumps are usually plain, safe, and comfortable. Which sums up my last relationship. We were friends prior for 2 years... and then decided to jump on the dating band wagon. Why? Well maybe I was sick of being lonely, and I felt like I had found a male that had common sense, and shared same values. Boy, was I wrong.
I remember being about a month in, and thinking it was a mistake. To be honest, I wasn't all that attracted to him physically, and I thought I could overcome it. I did eventually, but I saw every flaw, over and over again... which isn't how relationships are supposed to be.
I broke up with him about a month ago. It felt right for about two weeks. Then I caved and went back with him. While we were apart he sent me long emails, flowers, basically sung me the song I'd been longing to hear, thinking it would fix our problems. I took him back.
Yesterday, a mere 24 hours ago. I find myself wearing the same black pumps.
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