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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.........

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.

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.