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XOXO
**ME**
Friday, January 22, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tall, dark and handsome
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future ex's and my future husband,
(This blog was in draft and has been back-dated and FINALLY published! xo **ME**)
My palms are sweating. Shaking and sweating.
It's 11pm, cold and I sat in my car staring at my cellphone. Earlier that day and week I began messaging with a new manventure. Have I ever told you how much I love that word?! Because that is all they are anymore... an adventure without the promise of a future. Tonight, I am actually excited for one of my manventures. He wanted me to meet him at a local dive bar, the type of bar I would usually never gone to unless I was completely trashed.
Let me set up my outfit for you... I should have taken pictures! So I am in brown tights, maroon colored dress, cream cardigan and uggs... walking into a bar that girls dressed like me usually would not normally be seen.
Blue-eyed Devil: Jeans and a blue football jersey... with the bluest eyes, dark brown hair and a smile that made me melt as soon as I sat down.
He had a gin and tonic (my choice of poison) waiting for me and as we talked I played with the straw and stirred it nervously. The last time I felt this way? Probably the Marine... but he was long gone and my feelings for him had since faded. But soon enough the nerves stopped and we made up stories about the characters at the bar; a strange man who looked like a train conductor and his side-kick that may or may not be named Tonto and a young couple seated at the bar who said far too many "I love you's". The drinks flowed and I didn't want to leave...
What did I do?! The tell all of infamous dates... we arm-wrestled. Seriously, at our little corner bar table we arm-wrestled. Of course, I mostly did it to touch him and it was electric. That touch that in the back of your mind you wake-up and think... SO THIS IS WHAT IT SHOULD FEEL LIKE!
The results? I won, so like anyone who would win arm wrestling aftertwo okay three gin and tonics I went home with him.
The sex was amazing and I want to see him again. We already have a second date lined up.
I'm excited and totally in like with this blue-eyed devil.
XOXO
**ME**
(This blog was in draft and has been back-dated and FINALLY published! xo **ME**)
My palms are sweating. Shaking and sweating.
It's 11pm, cold and I sat in my car staring at my cellphone. Earlier that day and week I began messaging with a new manventure. Have I ever told you how much I love that word?! Because that is all they are anymore... an adventure without the promise of a future. Tonight, I am actually excited for one of my manventures. He wanted me to meet him at a local dive bar, the type of bar I would usually never gone to unless I was completely trashed.
Let me set up my outfit for you... I should have taken pictures! So I am in brown tights, maroon colored dress, cream cardigan and uggs... walking into a bar that girls dressed like me usually would not normally be seen.
Blue-eyed Devil: Jeans and a blue football jersey... with the bluest eyes, dark brown hair and a smile that made me melt as soon as I sat down.
He had a gin and tonic (my choice of poison) waiting for me and as we talked I played with the straw and stirred it nervously. The last time I felt this way? Probably the Marine... but he was long gone and my feelings for him had since faded. But soon enough the nerves stopped and we made up stories about the characters at the bar; a strange man who looked like a train conductor and his side-kick that may or may not be named Tonto and a young couple seated at the bar who said far too many "I love you's". The drinks flowed and I didn't want to leave...
What did I do?! The tell all of infamous dates... we arm-wrestled. Seriously, at our little corner bar table we arm-wrestled. Of course, I mostly did it to touch him and it was electric. That touch that in the back of your mind you wake-up and think... SO THIS IS WHAT IT SHOULD FEEL LIKE!
The results? I won, so like anyone who would win arm wrestling after
The sex was amazing and I want to see him again. We already have a second date lined up.
I'm excited and totally in like with this blue-eyed devil.
XOXO
**ME**
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I can't sleep
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future ex's and my future husband,
When I started this... almost a year ago I thought maybe it would help me to read men better or help other people read them better. But really... men are like those perfect pair of stiletto heels you have been looking for everywhere. They are perfect on the outside size 7.5 red patent leather, pointed toed and adding 4 1/2 inches to your height. But when you put them on the size you normally wear hurts your feet, the heel breaks, and the red wears off not to mention you spent a fortune on them.
What does this mean to me? Well... like shoes you want your man to look perfect in your eyes but also fit into your life. And I am not talking penis size (although that does matter... don't deny it) but even on your worst days when your bloated, feeling a wreck and that noticeable huge zit appears he still finds you to be the most amazing girl in the room.
If your shoe doesn't make you feel amazing don't wear it... if a man doesn't make you feel like a princess don't bring him home. We all deserve the best and deserved to be treated like the best, cared for... adored... and loved. Then why force ourselves to believe a relationship that looks perfect but doesn't feel perfect needs to be reworked and fitted. Like those awesome $80 stilettos, you can't force your foot to grow and you can only fix the heel so many times before it is unfix-able. So why try? Why commit to a pair of shoes that won't commit to you.
For 2 years now the guy who makes me a cougar has been in my life. Two years! And some of my girlfriends say it is the perfect setup two years of non committed great sex with a crazy good looking younger guy. But for me it is about time to figure out if this is ever going to work. It has been amazing non committed sex and he's awesome but I need to think about myself now and what is working for me.
Hopefully sooner than later.
XOXO
**ME**
When I started this... almost a year ago I thought maybe it would help me to read men better or help other people read them better. But really... men are like those perfect pair of stiletto heels you have been looking for everywhere. They are perfect on the outside size 7.5 red patent leather, pointed toed and adding 4 1/2 inches to your height. But when you put them on the size you normally wear hurts your feet, the heel breaks, and the red wears off not to mention you spent a fortune on them.
What does this mean to me? Well... like shoes you want your man to look perfect in your eyes but also fit into your life. And I am not talking penis size (although that does matter... don't deny it) but even on your worst days when your bloated, feeling a wreck and that noticeable huge zit appears he still finds you to be the most amazing girl in the room.
If your shoe doesn't make you feel amazing don't wear it... if a man doesn't make you feel like a princess don't bring him home. We all deserve the best and deserved to be treated like the best, cared for... adored... and loved. Then why force ourselves to believe a relationship that looks perfect but doesn't feel perfect needs to be reworked and fitted. Like those awesome $80 stilettos, you can't force your foot to grow and you can only fix the heel so many times before it is unfix-able. So why try? Why commit to a pair of shoes that won't commit to you.
For 2 years now the guy who makes me a cougar has been in my life. Two years! And some of my girlfriends say it is the perfect setup two years of non committed great sex with a crazy good looking younger guy. But for me it is about time to figure out if this is ever going to work. It has been amazing non committed sex and he's awesome but I need to think about myself now and what is working for me.
Hopefully sooner than later.
XOXO
**ME**
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Matchmaker matchmaker
6/20-21/09
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It was a long weekend of going to various high school grad parties for two different cousins. One having to travel about two hours and then coming back to the valley for the second party.
While back in the LV with the most amazing family I know my cousin and I decided the best way to end the night would be for us to go out to our local hot spot and meet up with some friends... including Mr. Strong and silent. ::heart flutter:: Let me lay this out for you as I saw him before I knew him (if you didn't read the other update about him)...
What I saw was an incredibly good-looking, tall, blonde, blue-eyed man in his late 20's... He was always looking very clean-cut and presentable.. like the guy one would love to take home to mom and dad. He didn't smile often but when he did I felt the need to smile back. He was always quiet...stood in the background... his presence wasn't known but I always knew when he was there. He seemed like someone I could feel safe around, possibly someone who would never hurt me... but that is only the possibilities. The reality is I thought Mr. Strong and Silent was one guy I would be noticing from a far for a long time.
Sitting down with my Cherry Vodka and Cokes, talking to my amazing cousin about everything and anything. It's hard to say what really happened that night. Whether we all drank too much or cupid had really good aim but Mr. Strong and Silent asked if I would go to a party with him and another one of our friends.
The party itself took me to another place... Mr. Strong and Silent's house... with the help of a mutual friend. We sat around and talked about work, school, our friends and their relatioships, how my brother was thinking about going into the airforce and him getting lost in conversation about the Marines. He teased me about how long it was taking me to finish my beer and once again I made fun of his "stern" face and he gave me that smile I can still see...
It felt like seconds before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't overbearing but for that second it felt perfect... I work up the next day laying in his bed. At first I honestly thought I was dreaming... for almost 2 years I did nothing but honestly think I would never be where I was at that moment...
He drove me home and it wasn't quiet but it also wasn't a talk fest. We were two people that before that night noticed one another across a dark, loud, and smokey bar. Now all I could think about was do I let my true feelings show or wait to see what happens...
All you can do my friends is wait... just like I had too
XOXO
**ME**
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It was a long weekend of going to various high school grad parties for two different cousins. One having to travel about two hours and then coming back to the valley for the second party.
While back in the LV with the most amazing family I know my cousin and I decided the best way to end the night would be for us to go out to our local hot spot and meet up with some friends... including Mr. Strong and silent. ::heart flutter:: Let me lay this out for you as I saw him before I knew him (if you didn't read the other update about him)...
What I saw was an incredibly good-looking, tall, blonde, blue-eyed man in his late 20's... He was always looking very clean-cut and presentable.. like the guy one would love to take home to mom and dad. He didn't smile often but when he did I felt the need to smile back. He was always quiet...stood in the background... his presence wasn't known but I always knew when he was there. He seemed like someone I could feel safe around, possibly someone who would never hurt me... but that is only the possibilities. The reality is I thought Mr. Strong and Silent was one guy I would be noticing from a far for a long time.
Sitting down with my Cherry Vodka and Cokes, talking to my amazing cousin about everything and anything. It's hard to say what really happened that night. Whether we all drank too much or cupid had really good aim but Mr. Strong and Silent asked if I would go to a party with him and another one of our friends.
The party itself took me to another place... Mr. Strong and Silent's house... with the help of a mutual friend. We sat around and talked about work, school, our friends and their relatioships, how my brother was thinking about going into the airforce and him getting lost in conversation about the Marines. He teased me about how long it was taking me to finish my beer and once again I made fun of his "stern" face and he gave me that smile I can still see...
It felt like seconds before he leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't overbearing but for that second it felt perfect... I work up the next day laying in his bed. At first I honestly thought I was dreaming... for almost 2 years I did nothing but honestly think I would never be where I was at that moment...
He drove me home and it wasn't quiet but it also wasn't a talk fest. We were two people that before that night noticed one another across a dark, loud, and smokey bar. Now all I could think about was do I let my true feelings show or wait to see what happens...
All you can do my friends is wait... just like I had too
XOXO
**ME**
Monday, December 21, 2009
All I Want for Christmas
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
Again.. hiatus... I apologize. I guess I was getting caught up in all the what could have beens to keep up with letting you all know what has been going on. I can't believe it has been almost a year since I started this blog... the process and well I don't have much more to show for it besides some pretty decent guy friends I have made in the mix.
So my Christmas gift to all of you for christmas is to catch you up to speed on all the man-ventures. I may condense a few because it is important I mention them.
Okay enough of that... I need to get back to work. Ugh life
XOXO
**ME**
Again.. hiatus... I apologize. I guess I was getting caught up in all the what could have beens to keep up with letting you all know what has been going on. I can't believe it has been almost a year since I started this blog... the process and well I don't have much more to show for it besides some pretty decent guy friends I have made in the mix.
So my Christmas gift to all of you for christmas is to catch you up to speed on all the man-ventures. I may condense a few because it is important I mention them.
Okay enough of that... I need to get back to work. Ugh life
XOXO
**ME**
Thursday, October 29, 2009
It'll be 'unexpected'
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
The dates haven't been any better... Nor have the potential men I have been meeting. Maybe... He is really were I least expect him...
Right in front of my face...
Until then... I'll break my feet in stilettos, smile in every room....
Halloween is approaching maybe I'll meet my masked prince?
Xoxo
**ME**
A food for thought blog entry.
For months now I have been blogging, dating, breaking my feet in stilettos and somehow along the way breaking my own heart. Who needs a man when you can set yourself up for a letdown... find the absolutely perfect guy... the perfect non committed looking for one thing guy and fall for him.
And through the tears, bitching about it to friends... they all say the same thing. Wait... you'll find him when you least expect it...
The "unexpected" man? Is that like oh look I found 20 dollars UNEXPECTEDLY or ohh I didn't EXPECT that speeding ticket or when you take that first sip of Starbucks coffee and you didn't EXPECT it to be that hot it would burn your tongue?! Is this unexpected man going to make me feel lucky, cost me money and burn my tongue?! And where do you go to find him... I've gone to numerous sporting events, coffee shops, bars, book stores.... maybe I need to stand on the freeway with the bums holding a sign that reads
"looking for my unexpected man"
Regardless, I'm sick of waiting... sick of dating worthless men... and sick of hearing "he's out there"The dates haven't been any better... Nor have the potential men I have been meeting. Maybe... He is really were I least expect him...
Right in front of my face...
Until then... I'll break my feet in stilettos, smile in every room....
Halloween is approaching maybe I'll meet my masked prince?
Xoxo
**ME**
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Memorial weekend fun
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
Memorial Day weekend and I must say this was one interesting time. I decided I wanted to call the shots between me and the ever so exciting Mr. Dimples. Maybe that was a bitch move but at this point I knew were the two of us stood... he wanted me in fishnets and hooker boots and I wanted him when I wanted him. There wasn't anything exciting about how I initiated the night... it was a few simple texts... well not so simple more like one eye closed the other squinted with my tongue pushed against my cheek.
Basically I said in the sweetest way possible
"I'm drunk...at the bar...come pick me up and take me home... home=your house"
And he did. Basically making him my bitch
He drop the top of his convertible and we were off... had an awkward meeting with his roommate and friend... then straight up to his room. The sex was much better the first time I was there... there was nothing kinky about it no oils no shower together afterwords... nope instead he was ready to go downstairs and smoke up. awesome. I grabbed a beer and watched a movie politely declining a smoke. I started to pass out next to him and he told me to go up to bed and he would be up.
So I did... alone in his room gave me the chance to investigate.... if I had my car I would have left...
one. he had a lava lamp. ON! It was purple.
two. he has a cat named cookie who sleeps in his bedroom... awesome
three. lots of leopard print
four.... oh four. Four is more like a story
The story...
So as I said Mr. Dimples told me to head upstairs to bed... and to shut the door so Cookie won't get in... although she may scratch the door cause she sleeps with him. Awesome now I need to worry about a cat killing me in my sleep because I am sleeping in her "daddy's" bed. So I grab the blanket and curl up and fall asleep. Not even 10 minutes later Mr. Dimples comes into him room. With his hand on my hip he tries to wake me up after basically telling him I am too tired to sleep with him again he says....
"Well as fun as that would be I just wanted to let you know you have my blanket... yours is on the floor..."
Really... REALLYYY?!? Are you kidding me? We can sleep together and shower together but when we go to bed we have to have to use separate blankets?!
Needless to say he took me home the next morning and I was much happier laying in bed by myself then laying with him and having a separate blanket.
XOXO
**ME**
Basically I said in the sweetest way possible
"I'm drunk...at the bar...come pick me up and take me home... home=your house"
And he did. Basically making him my bitch
He drop the top of his convertible and we were off... had an awkward meeting with his roommate and friend... then straight up to his room. The sex was much better the first time I was there... there was nothing kinky about it no oils no shower together afterwords... nope instead he was ready to go downstairs and smoke up. awesome. I grabbed a beer and watched a movie politely declining a smoke. I started to pass out next to him and he told me to go up to bed and he would be up.
So I did... alone in his room gave me the chance to investigate.... if I had my car I would have left...
one. he had a lava lamp. ON! It was purple.
two. he has a cat named cookie who sleeps in his bedroom... awesome
three. lots of leopard print
four.... oh four. Four is more like a story
The story...
So as I said Mr. Dimples told me to head upstairs to bed... and to shut the door so Cookie won't get in... although she may scratch the door cause she sleeps with him. Awesome now I need to worry about a cat killing me in my sleep because I am sleeping in her "daddy's" bed. So I grab the blanket and curl up and fall asleep. Not even 10 minutes later Mr. Dimples comes into him room. With his hand on my hip he tries to wake me up after basically telling him I am too tired to sleep with him again he says....
"Well as fun as that would be I just wanted to let you know you have my blanket... yours is on the floor..."
Really... REALLYYY?!? Are you kidding me? We can sleep together and shower together but when we go to bed we have to have to use separate blankets?!
Needless to say he took me home the next morning and I was much happier laying in bed by myself then laying with him and having a separate blanket.
XOXO
**ME**
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Mixed Tape
April 17th...
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It's April (at least in update land it is)... I have been avoiding meeting anyone new recently but every once in a while I will check the sites for anyone new and interesting... more interesting then anything else. I found I have been stuck in the rut with the same men over and over the football and beer obsessed idle date includes dinner, a movie and sex... and more sex. Did I mention sex. Nothing has been coming out of these relationships so I am being a little more picky which has narrowed my choices to.... well a minimal amount of men that are meeting my standards.
One such new manventure I will call... Mr. Fray... because he is obsessed with The Fray. This probably should have been my first warning. Not that I am not a fan of the Fray but I easily can fall a sleep to it or you know it is great music to listen to in the car with the windows down on a warm spring day. Mr. Fray also was not interested in any type of sporting events, thought yoga was for smelly hippies, didn't eat chicken and would rather eat eggplant parm then a juicy steak. This should have all been a warning to what was to come and I should have been running to the hills but instead I was intrigued by the artsy tall Irish man. He could hold a conversation and wanted me to call him when I got out of work. It was nice to have someone who was interested in my day and not just what I was doing that weekend or night.
We set up a date to meet. The plan was to meet in a cute little canal town. He was going to pack us a lunch and we would check out the little stores around town and grab a drink before the nights end. As the date approached our conversations became more personal and our similarities became far and few. the only thing that kept me going was that dates with someone new is always an adventure...
This was one adventure that was never going to take off... the day we were going to get together he called to say he wasn't going to be able to...something came up. Which is fine but then Mr. Fray also said he was going to call me the next day... well I didn't hear from him for close to a week...
His reasoning was...
1) we were going to fast...
Too fast?! when is a daytime picnic too fast? Besides Mr. Fray you're the one that said you already made me a mixed tape... what is this the 90s?
2) too many guys have me as a 'favorite' on the dating site...
If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen and if you are not willing to make yourself stand out from those guys you sir are not worth my time.
Mr. Fray came and went like the Spring... It is Oct now and I still get an email from him every once in a while. But it takes more then a promise of a mixed tape to win my heart and be the man of my dreams...
XOXO
**ME**
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It's April (at least in update land it is)... I have been avoiding meeting anyone new recently but every once in a while I will check the sites for anyone new and interesting... more interesting then anything else. I found I have been stuck in the rut with the same men over and over the football and beer obsessed idle date includes dinner, a movie and sex... and more sex. Did I mention sex. Nothing has been coming out of these relationships so I am being a little more picky which has narrowed my choices to.... well a minimal amount of men that are meeting my standards.
One such new manventure I will call... Mr. Fray... because he is obsessed with The Fray. This probably should have been my first warning. Not that I am not a fan of the Fray but I easily can fall a sleep to it or you know it is great music to listen to in the car with the windows down on a warm spring day. Mr. Fray also was not interested in any type of sporting events, thought yoga was for smelly hippies, didn't eat chicken and would rather eat eggplant parm then a juicy steak. This should have all been a warning to what was to come and I should have been running to the hills but instead I was intrigued by the artsy tall Irish man. He could hold a conversation and wanted me to call him when I got out of work. It was nice to have someone who was interested in my day and not just what I was doing that weekend or night.
We set up a date to meet. The plan was to meet in a cute little canal town. He was going to pack us a lunch and we would check out the little stores around town and grab a drink before the nights end. As the date approached our conversations became more personal and our similarities became far and few. the only thing that kept me going was that dates with someone new is always an adventure...
This was one adventure that was never going to take off... the day we were going to get together he called to say he wasn't going to be able to...something came up. Which is fine but then Mr. Fray also said he was going to call me the next day... well I didn't hear from him for close to a week...
His reasoning was...
1) we were going to fast...
Too fast?! when is a daytime picnic too fast? Besides Mr. Fray you're the one that said you already made me a mixed tape... what is this the 90s?
2) too many guys have me as a 'favorite' on the dating site...
If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen and if you are not willing to make yourself stand out from those guys you sir are not worth my time.
Mr. Fray came and went like the Spring... It is Oct now and I still get an email from him every once in a while. But it takes more then a promise of a mixed tape to win my heart and be the man of my dreams...
XOXO
**ME**
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Love rap?
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
Last night I received this rap/email from a guy on my dating site... all I can say is ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Hey Babygirl
Looking good, I like your style and pretty smile. I'd love to spend some time together, day or night in any whether. An exciting fun romantic date, one things for sure I won’t be late. Your beautiful face and sexy body are exactly my type and ill surely treat ya right. I'm a man that will grant your wishes, make you smile and wash the dishes. Tell you what I really feel and always be for real. Make you weak and be your freak, kiss your lips down to your feet and drink your cherry wine cause your body is all mine. I'm looking for someone to cherish and adore, I'm the man that can give you more. I'll make love to you the way you deserve and honor my precious loving words. I'll be the one to kiss your tears away, hold you close until your okay. Please don't forget I'm here, in my arms you will have no fear. I'll be waiting for your reply, in your hands my heart does lye. I know its hard but you make be blush, one look at you was an instant crush. Tell me what you think, so we can have a drink, watch a movie or take a ride, eat some food or just sit inside. I want to get to know you better, for you sweetheart this is my love letter.
Peace and Love
XOXO
AAAahhhhahahahaha
XOXO
**ME**
Last night I received this rap/email from a guy on my dating site... all I can say is ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Hey Babygirl
Looking good, I like your style and pretty smile. I'd love to spend some time together, day or night in any whether. An exciting fun romantic date, one things for sure I won’t be late. Your beautiful face and sexy body are exactly my type and ill surely treat ya right. I'm a man that will grant your wishes, make you smile and wash the dishes. Tell you what I really feel and always be for real. Make you weak and be your freak, kiss your lips down to your feet and drink your cherry wine cause your body is all mine. I'm looking for someone to cherish and adore, I'm the man that can give you more. I'll make love to you the way you deserve and honor my precious loving words. I'll be the one to kiss your tears away, hold you close until your okay. Please don't forget I'm here, in my arms you will have no fear. I'll be waiting for your reply, in your hands my heart does lye. I know its hard but you make be blush, one look at you was an instant crush. Tell me what you think, so we can have a drink, watch a movie or take a ride, eat some food or just sit inside. I want to get to know you better, for you sweetheart this is my love letter.
Peace and Love
XOXO
AAAahhhhahahahaha
XOXO
**ME**
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Baseball, beer and...
Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
Baseball. America's past time. Some people think it is slow, dull and not a real man game... I would say otherwise. Maybe it is the smell of the popcorn and hot dogs, the way the cold beer taste on a hot summer day, or it could just be the way they look in those pants. Regardless, baseball season is my favorite season of all time.
It was another fabulously planned night ahead of my favorite girls and myself. Heading to the sports bar by the field for some pregame beers and dinner. We have a good rapport with the owners and bartenders so it has quickly become our pregame spot.
We head over in the third inning leaving enough time to finish our pitchers and be able to drink at the game... we found our standing room only spots in the outfield and picked out our "baseball boyfriends" for the season. Some were married and some were not we each secretly hoping to become a baseball players wifey.
After the game we decide going out to a local club would be a great way to end the night. And that's when I saw him... Mr. Dimples playing pool... smiling and looking over at me. I figured WHY NOT?! Let's see where this night takes me... well it took me to a corner table with just me and him... then it took me to his car which eventually led to his house. Now I don't believe in the kiss and tell but let's say it involved baby oil and a late night shower.
...I was laying there looking around.... a lava lamp in purple was "setting the mood"... i started sensing a jungle theme... it was time to leave
XOXO
**ME**
Baseball. America's past time. Some people think it is slow, dull and not a real man game... I would say otherwise. Maybe it is the smell of the popcorn and hot dogs, the way the cold beer taste on a hot summer day, or it could just be the way they look in those pants. Regardless, baseball season is my favorite season of all time.
It was another fabulously planned night ahead of my favorite girls and myself. Heading to the sports bar by the field for some pregame beers and dinner. We have a good rapport with the owners and bartenders so it has quickly become our pregame spot.
We head over in the third inning leaving enough time to finish our pitchers and be able to drink at the game... we found our standing room only spots in the outfield and picked out our "baseball boyfriends" for the season. Some were married and some were not we each secretly hoping to become a baseball players wifey.
After the game we decide going out to a local club would be a great way to end the night. And that's when I saw him... Mr. Dimples playing pool... smiling and looking over at me. I figured WHY NOT?! Let's see where this night takes me... well it took me to a corner table with just me and him... then it took me to his car which eventually led to his house. Now I don't believe in the kiss and tell but let's say it involved baby oil and a late night shower.
...I was laying there looking around.... a lava lamp in purple was "setting the mood"... i started sensing a jungle theme... it was time to leave
XOXO
**ME**
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