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**

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**

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**

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**

Starbucks

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

End of March... it is getting cold and rainy... and I have recently gone on hiatus from any of the dating sites I was on. I'm sick of the same old guys trying to pretend they are worth getting to know, worth pursuing and worth pretending they are anything better than being just another mediocre man with nothing to show for himself but the ambition to become a rockstar... it's not going to happen.

So I sit in my familiar place at Starbucks. Drinking my caramel macchiato and sitting uncomfortably in my work clothes from that day. I know I should have changed before coming but I just didn't have the drive to go home listen to the family bitch about life... I needed time to myself to sit, drink my coffee and reflect on my life. Bettering my career by taking a course to be a certified director. Of what? You may ask. Well that is for me to know and you to well... not know. Keeping the top secret identity that is me :)

I was minding my own business... doing my work and people watching as they walk through the door... the business type... in their stilettos, button up shirts, ID tags, and jawbones. Looking half awake trying to find the right concoction to make it through another day. Quad grande cafe mocha skim with whip... java chip frap... skinny vanilla latta one splenda... lap tops are out and faces seem to have a blank expression as if to say they can't wait for the weekend... if they will even get a weekend. I pretend to be one of them... that I am so engulfed in my work at I don't notice Mr. Mid life crisis walk through the door...

oh wait... I noticed.. but only because I felt like eyes were burning through my skull.

I caught his eye and smiled. He could have been in his 30s... if I was being nice of course or possibly early 40s. He probably has kids close to my age. He looked over worked but like he was paid well for what he did. He bought a coffee and a muffin... and then looked over again. I blushed not really knowing what else to do.

I thought to myself maybe I will come into Starbucks more often.

He walked over and asked if anyone was sitting at a table close to me. I replied no and he sat down... I gathered my composure. He wasn't my dream man nor was he someone I would be thinking of going on a date with but his pure interest was intriguing to me. Mr. Starbucks asked me to watch his stuff as he ran out to his car... of course I did.. well out of the corner of my eye while forming a small smile and blushing slightly again. I think it was the pure fact that he was showing interest in me... a starbucks wedding crossed my mind... a bouquet of caramel macchiato's. Just kidding.

He was getting up to leave once again when he said...

"Excuse me... I don't do this but I would like to give you my card. I have to head to a meeting but if you would like to call me sometime you can."

I took his card, smiled and said maybe I would.

I kept the card... I never called but I kept the card. It gave the motivation I needed. I'll get back into my swing of manventures but I need to be picker... I need to be sincere... I need to find someone that will make me smile.

Xoxo
**ME**

The Optimist

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

The marine is back... as I had excitedly described in prior "real time" blogs so if you didn't read them you may want to check them out.

It is now almost the end of March...

He's not the same... and I knew that would be what would happen. They say they never come back the same when then return from over there... from Iraq. I really wanted to believe the marine would be the same man he was before he left... the man that gave me butterflies and made me feel beautiful even though he may not have even known it.

He is bitter. People suck. The world sucks. The guy who was happy and fun.

I told him things would get better. He just needs to adjust...but maybe I'm just an optimist.

Yeah.. and I'm a realist (so he said)

and that was that... I didn't message him back. What else was there to say? Maybe he just needs some time...

It probably wasn't meant to work out and it is probably better this way...

XOXO
**ME**

I gave up hiking for this?

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

I will start out with a rule in this one.

Rule number? mmm not sure if I was even numbering them.. okay anyway. The rule is never cancel on a day with the girls with a guy you never met yet.

Mr. New in town well he wasn't so new. Moved to the area in January and we started talking (just so you know I almost wrote "stalking" which sadly could be true at times) in March. He wasn't anything too special...24, working at Home Depot, did some traveling but was rather dry. But, I never turn down the chance to meet someone new... well I shouldn't say that. Believe it or not I DO have standards. Ha.

It turned out to be a beautiful Saturday we decided to meet and well after pondering I what I should do turned down an adventurous hiking trip with my lovely cousins for a walk downtown with a dog. Not Mr. New in town, I mean he literally brought his dog. Maybe it was a clever way to pick up women but really when your dog is more interesting than you are... you should probably re-evaluate the situation.

He was dull, showed no interested and... well, I am surprised he was even able to walk without tripping on his oversized ego. Anyway, the walk lasted about 45 minutes we talked for probably a half hour of that... got to my car and he asked what we were doing next. I made up an excuse that I was going to having dinner with my sister so I would talk to him later...

We didn't talk later... probably better that way.

XOXO
**ME**

In the midnight hour...

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

There is always one... whether it is at a bar, a party, or at the gym... a guy that draws in all your attention and makes you wonder what is behind that tough exterior.

Mr. Strong and silent was very much like that. He stands in the back of the karaoke room with a mutual friend a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He's tall and handsome with a strong look on his face. Emotion is probably something he does not show for the most part. He doesn't sing along to the songs or hit on the random bar hookers looking for a good lay. We have been running in the same circle (thanks to my cousin) for the past two or three years... orrr as long as I have been noticing him at the bar.

I blush when I get close to him... my palms sweat, my minds races and I usually end up saying something ridiculous or I just don't speak to him at all. But there is a rare opportunity was Mr. strong and silent smiles and it makes me want to smile back or at least find out why he is smiling. I have seen him with his fair share of random girlfriends or friendly girls... I am not sure which at times.

The one time I did talk to him I found out he was on a dating site I was on as well. He said he was giving up on it because the women he meets were not interested in a relationship as much as they were interested that he was a marine.

Yes, he is a marine... we allll know how I feel about this. Mmmm mmm good.

I already know what may or may not happen with Mr. Strong and silent but you will just have to look for more updates :)

XOXO
**ME**

He shoots... He misses

(March 5, 2009)

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

There comes a time...even when you think you find the perfect person when you step back and see everything they do that just doesn't fit the mold of "perfect". The Semi-pro was just that... the weather was still awful and his traveling wasn't getting any closer to coming to an end and we were not getting any closing to defining what "we" were becoming. Then out of the complete blue I get a call from him...

"I've been thinking about us and we should probably start dating"

My reply...
"We've hung out... what? once? I don't think that is grounds for a relationship and besides maybe you should make the effort to see me once in a while..."

his response...
"come up and see me tomorrow I will make dinner"

My response
"I'd love too"

Who am I?! Or in past tense who was I?! That naive to his game that I forgot were my head was...

I went... ate, drank, and as we were laying in bed the worst comment (if it even is a comment) I would ever want to hear...
I wish you were my girlfriend every night
Then I remembered the game and how much the game sucks. I was never to be anyone's night time girlfriend booty call (unless of course that was what we mutually decided on. Hey a girl has got to have game too...more on this later)

I left in tears... not because we weren't going to date but because I felt like I wasted yet another day on a guy who wasn't worth it. Friends save your "I told you so's" because yes... yes you did.

When I got home I deleted him from my cell, my buddylist, my facebook and myspace... yes my entire virtual world. This is the last time you will hear about me being with the semi-pro.

But honestly I am a hands on learner... so I will keep on learning :)

Xoxo
**ME**

At least the coffee was good...

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

First off I have been slacking... I know! Not sure what it was loss of creative energy... a re-evaluation of who I have been choosing to date... but whatever it was or may still be I am back in full force catching you up and throwing in some new twists... what are those? hmm you will just have to wait and find out.

Bear with me I am finally coming to the end of February of 09... (I know this has been a journey) my last date of the month and well... it was quite an experience... It has been a long month of disappointments but there were some shining stars that came out of it. However, Mr. Coffee didn't really make the cut.

We met at a local book store for coffee and what I thought would be worthwhile conversation was... well just a regular cup of coffee. Mr. Coffee and I have been talking off and on for the past month I was never really terribly interested in him... there was no mystery, he wasn't a "bad boy", there was nothing I thought I needed to fix. He definitely wasn't perfect he was just there and well his interest in me was enough to keep my interest.

Of course being my classy self I showered, took time on my hair and makeup and wore a cute outfit... Mr. Coffee... well i will describe his outfit as... horrible it was like the guy was planning on the date being an entire disaster. I tried looking past the the fact his idea of coffee attire was a stained hoodie with what was either wood chips or ugh dandruff on the back, dirty jeans and horrible sneakers with mud on them. Honestly, I am not one to look at an outfit first but if it was at least clean I wouldn't have cared. At least I knew what I may be getting myself into...

Rule: Be yourself... if you always dress like a homeless person do it. Then I at least know I should start running... far

We went up to get coffee... I bought my own...

His teeth were so bad. His conversation was non existent.

But my raspberry mocha was really good and I bought some great new reads.

NEXT!

Xoxo
**ME**