Valentine's Day Massacre

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

February... a month that is for lovers, chocolate, roses, exciting dates, and happiness...

Enter my February... a month of disappointments so bare with me and I'll get this ball rolling!

At this time I was still talking to the divorced guy, Mr. Semi pro, the teachers, and trying to find ways to just 'run into' Mr. Dimples. The 34 year old is having an early mid life crisis... apparently me looking for someone to have an actual relationship with does not coincide with his looking for a fun hook-up. surprise...SURPRISE! Oh well... the other fine gentlemen as supposed to have dates this month.

Beginning of the month I went on a second date with the divorced guy... well guess it was more of a first hook-up. After meeting some friends for dinner at a new sports bar I gathered myself together and drove to his house.

*note to self... open toed shoes are sexy but not on icy nights*

Not much more then watching a movie... a tour of his house that ended in his bedroom and then his damn dog ran around the room with my bar. Seriously?! Future exes DO NOT HOOK UP with your dog still in the room... seriously! CREEPIEST experience ever! No one likes a cold nose, hot dog breathe and their bra being played with like a chew toy... I won't even start talking about the dog! ;)
I knew this was
1) the worst "date" ever
2) I probably wouldn't see the divorced guy again... even if he wanted to see me
Now the embarrassing part... because this is a tell all blog of course...
We were laying in his bed talking... and... I farted... HA! Seriously... I am so serious.. so he called me quacks and I ended the night. He still called me to let me know he had a great night. HA... ugh ladies nothing ends a bad date like a good fart... because everyone knows farts are funny!
But seriously... I am a classy lady.

Thennn there was valentines day... I spent it going to the bar with my best guy friend... awesome... some girls get flowers I took a few shots sang you oughta know and passed out in my own bed by myself...

Usually I am not that sad about the day. You know just another day... but then I thought about the surgical nurse who's birthday happen to be on valentines day. I missed him and it is had been hard for me to move on when my heart wouldn't let me. Funny how the nicest guy I had met so far also happen to make me cry the hardest as well...

The semi pro and I tried to see each other buttt the weather had other ideas... and I am not dragging my butt an hour to see someone who won't drive down to see me. So this could be it for the semi-pro... this can't be a one sided venture and if he isn't going to try I am not going to try either.

I also had a date with the teacher... but my dear friends it is almost 1am and I should really be sleeping!

Until tomorrow

Xoxo
**ME**

Me and my Sugar Daddy

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

It didn't take me long after the date with semi-pro and the divorced guy to get back in my dating groove. I put up new pictures, updated my info, and started once again to weed out the emails. I started talking talking to an army veteran who recently moved back from being based up north. We began talking just after the new year. He had something my other manventures had lacked... no I am not talking about a crazy sex drive or millions of dollars. He knew how to really communicate like not via four words in text i.e. how you doin babe? It could have been because this guy was 34 and just on the cusp of turning 35...which also happens to be my age cut off for all you sugar daddy's out there.

Conversation with the 34 year old was different then with the teacher. Now the teacher was really dry and I guess I was a little afraid to be myself around him...since all his other 'dates' were dumb and had no direction in life. I have a goal in life but I know I won't acheive it tomorrow... I like to do one step at a time instead of running up them like Rocky pumping my fists in the air.

We choose coffee (of course) as our first meeting. May I add this is the same coffee spot I went with the teacher and the level 10 clinger... the workers must think I am on work meetings because they are never flirty or intimate. I arrived at the coffee shop/bookstore early...figured I could make a run for it if he was nothing that I thought he would be...buttt like a good military man he was there even before I got there. He was good looking... a baby face for a 34 year old in a plaid shirt and baseball cap (that I could only believe was covering his receeding hair line). We stood in line for coffee and bought our own...what a first 'meet'... good thing I stopped at the bank before hand and didn't spend all my money on books! I've been getting very used to the manventures paying for my drink or meal...hmmm interesting.

He picked the biggest table that could probably fit like 4 people with room to spare and we sat directly across from eachother... yeah, that didn't feel like the most awkward interview ever

what I found out...

• He is a Mets fan (why meeee)
• A patriots fan (again whyyyy)
• His girlfriend of 7 years broke up with him in a letter while he was in Iraq
• His car just broke down and needs a million repairs
• He slept around a lot while in the service (not surprised)
• He carries a bottle of water with him everywhere because he is scared of being dehydrated
• He discussed going out with me with his brother-in-law (because of the age difference)

I liked him but wasn't feeling it... He made me feel young and like I didn't really live life yet... which is partially true. And I slowly got the feeling that as I was there looking to find the man of my dreams he was there to find the women of the night. Flattering...yes. What I was looking for? Not so much... at least not that day.
Hug. Goodbye.
Him: Can I see you again?Me: Yeah, why not
But, I had a strange feeling it wouldn't happen... would I be upset? For some reason yes...probably because I know that I am that awesome. Oh well... maybe I just like dating too much!
Next please!
Xoxo
**ME**

A New Year....

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,


Not the greatest way to ring in the new year...

"If he doesn't text...it's over" well... it definitely was good advice! Thanks friends!!

The surgical nurse did wish me a happy new year and like that it was over. The day time texts, night calls, and the butterflies in my stomach flew out in the form of tears. In fact one night he said we should talk soon and then he was gone...

He decided to disappear at a time when all I wanted was the one guy I truly had feelings for to hold me while I cried... Early January one of my high school and first hold communion partner died. I had all my friends but I wanted the nurse...I think it was then when I really realized I needed to move on.

Here's to the long country roads I won't have to take anymore

....so I moved on. You have too. Can't go back and change anything now and I realized the distance became his problem and his wall is there for someone else to try and break down.

I'd never learn to ride a bike unless I fell off a few times and I find roller coasters are more fun riding then standing on the ground watching. I got back on that unpredictable ride they call love....and not to forget the cliche saying of

"you gotta kiss a lot of toads before finding a prince".

I'm gonna keep on kissing...

So back on my site(s) I go announcing my newly found independent status once again...it's full of new exciting ventures and some old returns...
Mr. Semi-pro (he's back!)
The Marine (of course)
The divorced guy
The 34 year old
Mr. Coffee
and the teacher
....and more ;)

You will enjoy this new year of manvantures...
2009...Dating isn't a crime!!

My new rule.
Don't rule out anyone or single out anyone. This is just casual dating not a countdown to get married...well it kinda is...I wanted to be married by 27 (I'll be 25 in Sept) but I think I'll move it to 32.

Yeah...

Let's do this!


Xoxo
**ME**