Saturday, January 12, 2013
It's the same Girl...Yet a Different City.
Its been a long time...like a long long time.
Sorry friends don't worry I'm back in action and ready to fill you in on all things in the city. But....this page is getting a makeover. Yes it will still be filled with dating...love...confusion...more confusion and hopefully some dating...? But its a new year and a new city. This girl is redefining the topics and expanding the adventure. As some of you followers may recall this blog is all about the dating tales of LA LA land, but as a result of a recent move and 2013 being all the rage, this page will also be dedicated to the new adventures I encounter in the lovely city of Las Vegas. I really can't think of a better city to provide me with countless shenanigans. So...here's to the new adventures in the city. I promise to tell as much as I can in the most entertaining and witty way possible. Enjoy and tell your friends. Who knows I may run into some of you who choose to leave the rest of the world behind for one crazy filled weekend in what some people call the city of Sin. So here's to my move from the City of Angels to Sin City. Uh oh.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Stay Tuned...
I know I've been leaving you hanging without stories, but I have two really good ones coming up. So check back soon. At least one should be up this week.
Happy Dating and Reading.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The Overnight (Douche) Bag
Oh college. The place where so many memories are made. Good, bad and in between. The place where you learn that dating is fun and making out is more fun. Ok let’s face it. You didn’t date in college. You watched movies in each others dorm rooms or horrendous “apartments” or frat houses. And by watched movies I mean made out.
For example: College terminology 101:
Guy: Hey girl wanna go grab some dinner tonight?
Me: Sure
Guy: Cool I figured Wendy’s was close so does that sound good to you?
Me: (In my head) Well he likes me so I guess that’s cool. Actual Answer: Sure I love Wendy’s.
STUPID!
This leads me to the many memories of doing stupid things and dating stupid guys and realizing that maybe the past is meant to be in the past. This story begins with my Junior year in college. I was a terror. I managed to be a straight A student, but I also managed to show up to class hung over 80 percent of the time. This wasn’t just Monday morning class. This was Wednesday, Thursday, Friday class because of course every bar within a couple miles radius of campus had some ridiculous college night special. Tuesday night karaoke, dollar you call its, Wednesday night beer pong, Thursday night college night (bring your fake id) Ect. I was a participant at the majority of these events and this lead to me meeting a lot of boys. Notice here the term boys. Also, one of the biggest pay offs of being on the college dance team was traveling to these bars with very attractive dance team members who also in turn attracted very attractive college athletes. I believe this is the start of my addiction with athletes. I’m a sucker for them and I must say they were also partial to me. It happens what can I say?
A particular bar was quite popular at my campus because it was conveniently located across the street and it was also a convenient drunk walk home and it was also a convenient place to use your fake id. The bouncers knew we were underage and didn’t really care. Therefore I, along with the rest of the campus spent the majority of our time here. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew your name, or at least they knew you (me) as the cute mixed girl on the dance team. All of the college athletes would hang out here, whether they were drinking or not. So where the athletes were so was the dance team.
I was seeing a couple guys at this point but nothing was particularly off limits. I was bold. I may make out with one guy at the beginning of the night and move on to another cute one at the end of the night. Somehow, I got away with a lot of this behavior. It still baffles but I am pretty sly. I became partial to one of the guys on the soccer team. Ok let’s make that two. I was regularly hanging out with one, but I was making out with another on occasion. We would see each other at this bar and he would push me into the girls bathroom for a drunken make out session. You see the girls bathroom was only one stall and locked. Therefore duh, being a 19 year old college student, this seemed like a brilliant plan. These shenanigans went on for a couple months until I started becoming serious with the other soccer player who took it upon himself to let soccer player number two know that he was dating me on the regular and to stay away from me. Of course I had no idea that this conversation had taken place and wondered why number 2 had all of sudden cut off all contact with me. I obviously didn’t care because by this point number one had taken up all of my time and interest. I graduated the next year, and went on my way moving to the lovely city of LA. ( ha ha lovely, pa) Soccer player number one and I were together for a long while until the city tore us apart. (please see the introduction to this blog if you would like a refresher on that story!)
Fast forward to a couple years ago.
I spent a lot of my time traveling back and forth from LA to Denver to visit family and friends. And of course being the social person that I am would frequent the bar scene. I would run into people from college here and there and give the friendly hi how are you, let’s get a drink, remember when… One particular night I was with a couple friends who I was really excited to see. We had joked about how I needed to find a cute guy to have fun with but let’s face it most of the guys I usually meet out are less than impressive. My friends and I were being stupid and crazy as usual dancing around at one of our favorite bars. I ended up knowing a lot of people from college that night so it was a good vibe. I looked at a guy who was very much my type and actually looked familiar but I couldn’t really recall how I would know him. I tend to get people that I have met mixed up. Can’t remember if I met them in LA or Denver. I glanced over a couple more times but couldn’t figure it out so I left it. After about an hour of us stealing glances at each other he walked over to me and I said “wow, you look so familiar. Have I met you?” He goes, I think I know exactly who you are. Really, I said.
Yea, he said. Do you remember the girls bathroom at (our college)
I FREAKED out!
I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen this guy in like 4 years. I even had forgotten his name for a second. Let’s just say by the end of the night I felt like I was in college all over again because we were making out in the corner of the bar (Stupid) and somehow I ended up at his house. (Get your heads out of the gutter…I kept my clothes on the whole time!) The next day he asked me when I was moving back from LA and I said not anytime soon. He seemed really disappointed and I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction. We kept in touch over facebook (romantic I know) and he would always ask me when I would be coming home to visit. I was intrigued. I was really attracted to him so that was a good feeling. I was excited to talk to him and that doesn’t happen often at all for me.
The next time I came into town I saw him again out and pretty much the same thing happened. I started to notice things about him though. I noticed that girls would fall all over him and that’s fine but that’s not me. I would have to go meet him places. He would never come to me, but I guess I really didn’t care because its not like I lived there. It was a bit of a disappointment though because he always sounded like he wanted to see me but then I had to put in most of the effort for us to get together. Either way I hung out with him, made out with him, and then got back on the plane to come home.
The third time I came into town, we made plans to hang out, but when he was supposed to call he didn’t. Typical. I still had hope for him though because I figured it was a bit of fate that I had run into this guy that I had had no contact with for four years and we had hit it off again. (Dumb) So because he didn’t call I went out with my sister. The end of the night was quickly approaching and we decided to head out. We were walking to the car when lo and behold I see him holding a girls hand walking down the street. He almost ran right into me. I yelled Hi in his face and he turned a ghostly white, turned to me and then turned away quickly and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised. Needless to say I didn’t call him and I got a message from him the next day asking how I was. Haa haa good try a-hole. I knew he felt stupid but he was too good to acknowledge our run in on the street.
Fourth time…Im in town the whole thing happens again. I see him out. He’s excited to see me, he asks if I want to come over. I say sure whatever. I go outside to say goodbye to my friend and notice he is taking forever to leave the bar. Really? What girl are you talking to? I mean I don’t really care because I’m going to hop on a plane in two days, but seriously call that girl when I leave. This is how much I care about him, people. I really just liked his face and his body. We finally get in a cab to go to his place and his phone is blowing up the whole time. I mean I knew what I was getting myself into so yes you can’t feel that bad for me, but at least when I’m trying to hang out with one guy for the night I put my phone on silent. Either way we get to his house and his roommates are excited to see me as always…ranting and raving behind his back about how much he likes me. How flattering. With that I made my way to his room and he soon followed. Yes, making out did happen but not much more because for some reason there were a lot of people in his house that night and it just felt weird. I stopped him and he went out to talk to his roommates while I tried to get half way presentable when all of a sudden his door opens and a girl walks in with an overnight bag. She looked up and saw me sitting on his bed and immediately screamed his name at the top of her lungs. I jumped up out of the bed and asked her stumbling over my words if they were together. She said yes and then just slammed his bathroom door in my face and said she was going to change into her pj’s. Wow! Really? I mean they must be serious if this girl just walks into his house unannounced with her overnight bag ready to spend the night. By this point I was gathering my things and frantically calling my friend to come and get me NOW!! She said she was on her way and I waited impatiently in his room wondering what the hell just happened to me. Then he walks in the room shuts the door and says, “What the hell just happened? I was like “um what the f?!! You tell me!” He was like what did she say to you. I said, nothing, she just slammed the door in my face and said she was going to change and said you guys were together. I told him I was leaving and he begged me to stay. He said she was crazy and that he didn’t invite her over at all. I’m like I don’t give an F! Obviously if this girl is comfortable enough to walk up in your room with her nighty bag you guys are doing more than just talking on the phone. What a douche! He kept begging me until this stupid girl walks in the room and asks him what’s going on. Then he just gets silent and looks at both of us with huge frantic eyes. I stormed out of the room and waited in the living room holding my breathe for every freakin second that my friend wasn’t there. Shortly after, they come storming out of the bedroom, him coming towards me and her trying to grab him and pull him back into the bedroom. He was giving me the, “please stay eyes” I was giving him the, “don’t you even try to touch me eyes,” and she was giving him the “I’m a desperate whore eyes.” His roommate then proceeds to pick me up and tells me that I’m not the one who should be leaving. I pleaded with him to put me down and stop talking. My guy is just standing there like a little two year old watching this whole thing happen. It seemed like this was lasting hours when it was only about 15 minutes until my friend got there. Thank God for her. She knows who she is! She saved me and from that day forward I vowed to never ever be the college girl…who wasn’t in college anymore. Stupid Stupid….As for him he hasn’t talked to me since. I was glad though that I’m the one who left. The one who refused to be the begging late night whore who couldn’t leave this guy who had another girl in his bed when she showed up. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wasn’t that romantic?
For example: College terminology 101:
Guy: Hey girl wanna go grab some dinner tonight?
Me: Sure
Guy: Cool I figured Wendy’s was close so does that sound good to you?
Me: (In my head) Well he likes me so I guess that’s cool. Actual Answer: Sure I love Wendy’s.
STUPID!
This leads me to the many memories of doing stupid things and dating stupid guys and realizing that maybe the past is meant to be in the past. This story begins with my Junior year in college. I was a terror. I managed to be a straight A student, but I also managed to show up to class hung over 80 percent of the time. This wasn’t just Monday morning class. This was Wednesday, Thursday, Friday class because of course every bar within a couple miles radius of campus had some ridiculous college night special. Tuesday night karaoke, dollar you call its, Wednesday night beer pong, Thursday night college night (bring your fake id) Ect. I was a participant at the majority of these events and this lead to me meeting a lot of boys. Notice here the term boys. Also, one of the biggest pay offs of being on the college dance team was traveling to these bars with very attractive dance team members who also in turn attracted very attractive college athletes. I believe this is the start of my addiction with athletes. I’m a sucker for them and I must say they were also partial to me. It happens what can I say?
A particular bar was quite popular at my campus because it was conveniently located across the street and it was also a convenient drunk walk home and it was also a convenient place to use your fake id. The bouncers knew we were underage and didn’t really care. Therefore I, along with the rest of the campus spent the majority of our time here. It was like Cheers. Everybody knew your name, or at least they knew you (me) as the cute mixed girl on the dance team. All of the college athletes would hang out here, whether they were drinking or not. So where the athletes were so was the dance team.
I was seeing a couple guys at this point but nothing was particularly off limits. I was bold. I may make out with one guy at the beginning of the night and move on to another cute one at the end of the night. Somehow, I got away with a lot of this behavior. It still baffles but I am pretty sly. I became partial to one of the guys on the soccer team. Ok let’s make that two. I was regularly hanging out with one, but I was making out with another on occasion. We would see each other at this bar and he would push me into the girls bathroom for a drunken make out session. You see the girls bathroom was only one stall and locked. Therefore duh, being a 19 year old college student, this seemed like a brilliant plan. These shenanigans went on for a couple months until I started becoming serious with the other soccer player who took it upon himself to let soccer player number two know that he was dating me on the regular and to stay away from me. Of course I had no idea that this conversation had taken place and wondered why number 2 had all of sudden cut off all contact with me. I obviously didn’t care because by this point number one had taken up all of my time and interest. I graduated the next year, and went on my way moving to the lovely city of LA. ( ha ha lovely, pa) Soccer player number one and I were together for a long while until the city tore us apart. (please see the introduction to this blog if you would like a refresher on that story!)
Fast forward to a couple years ago.
I spent a lot of my time traveling back and forth from LA to Denver to visit family and friends. And of course being the social person that I am would frequent the bar scene. I would run into people from college here and there and give the friendly hi how are you, let’s get a drink, remember when… One particular night I was with a couple friends who I was really excited to see. We had joked about how I needed to find a cute guy to have fun with but let’s face it most of the guys I usually meet out are less than impressive. My friends and I were being stupid and crazy as usual dancing around at one of our favorite bars. I ended up knowing a lot of people from college that night so it was a good vibe. I looked at a guy who was very much my type and actually looked familiar but I couldn’t really recall how I would know him. I tend to get people that I have met mixed up. Can’t remember if I met them in LA or Denver. I glanced over a couple more times but couldn’t figure it out so I left it. After about an hour of us stealing glances at each other he walked over to me and I said “wow, you look so familiar. Have I met you?” He goes, I think I know exactly who you are. Really, I said.
Yea, he said. Do you remember the girls bathroom at (our college)
I FREAKED out!
I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t seen this guy in like 4 years. I even had forgotten his name for a second. Let’s just say by the end of the night I felt like I was in college all over again because we were making out in the corner of the bar (Stupid) and somehow I ended up at his house. (Get your heads out of the gutter…I kept my clothes on the whole time!) The next day he asked me when I was moving back from LA and I said not anytime soon. He seemed really disappointed and I was pleasantly surprised by his reaction. We kept in touch over facebook (romantic I know) and he would always ask me when I would be coming home to visit. I was intrigued. I was really attracted to him so that was a good feeling. I was excited to talk to him and that doesn’t happen often at all for me.
The next time I came into town I saw him again out and pretty much the same thing happened. I started to notice things about him though. I noticed that girls would fall all over him and that’s fine but that’s not me. I would have to go meet him places. He would never come to me, but I guess I really didn’t care because its not like I lived there. It was a bit of a disappointment though because he always sounded like he wanted to see me but then I had to put in most of the effort for us to get together. Either way I hung out with him, made out with him, and then got back on the plane to come home.
The third time I came into town, we made plans to hang out, but when he was supposed to call he didn’t. Typical. I still had hope for him though because I figured it was a bit of fate that I had run into this guy that I had had no contact with for four years and we had hit it off again. (Dumb) So because he didn’t call I went out with my sister. The end of the night was quickly approaching and we decided to head out. We were walking to the car when lo and behold I see him holding a girls hand walking down the street. He almost ran right into me. I yelled Hi in his face and he turned a ghostly white, turned to me and then turned away quickly and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised. Needless to say I didn’t call him and I got a message from him the next day asking how I was. Haa haa good try a-hole. I knew he felt stupid but he was too good to acknowledge our run in on the street.
Fourth time…Im in town the whole thing happens again. I see him out. He’s excited to see me, he asks if I want to come over. I say sure whatever. I go outside to say goodbye to my friend and notice he is taking forever to leave the bar. Really? What girl are you talking to? I mean I don’t really care because I’m going to hop on a plane in two days, but seriously call that girl when I leave. This is how much I care about him, people. I really just liked his face and his body. We finally get in a cab to go to his place and his phone is blowing up the whole time. I mean I knew what I was getting myself into so yes you can’t feel that bad for me, but at least when I’m trying to hang out with one guy for the night I put my phone on silent. Either way we get to his house and his roommates are excited to see me as always…ranting and raving behind his back about how much he likes me. How flattering. With that I made my way to his room and he soon followed. Yes, making out did happen but not much more because for some reason there were a lot of people in his house that night and it just felt weird. I stopped him and he went out to talk to his roommates while I tried to get half way presentable when all of a sudden his door opens and a girl walks in with an overnight bag. She looked up and saw me sitting on his bed and immediately screamed his name at the top of her lungs. I jumped up out of the bed and asked her stumbling over my words if they were together. She said yes and then just slammed his bathroom door in my face and said she was going to change into her pj’s. Wow! Really? I mean they must be serious if this girl just walks into his house unannounced with her overnight bag ready to spend the night. By this point I was gathering my things and frantically calling my friend to come and get me NOW!! She said she was on her way and I waited impatiently in his room wondering what the hell just happened to me. Then he walks in the room shuts the door and says, “What the hell just happened? I was like “um what the f?!! You tell me!” He was like what did she say to you. I said, nothing, she just slammed the door in my face and said she was going to change and said you guys were together. I told him I was leaving and he begged me to stay. He said she was crazy and that he didn’t invite her over at all. I’m like I don’t give an F! Obviously if this girl is comfortable enough to walk up in your room with her nighty bag you guys are doing more than just talking on the phone. What a douche! He kept begging me until this stupid girl walks in the room and asks him what’s going on. Then he just gets silent and looks at both of us with huge frantic eyes. I stormed out of the room and waited in the living room holding my breathe for every freakin second that my friend wasn’t there. Shortly after, they come storming out of the bedroom, him coming towards me and her trying to grab him and pull him back into the bedroom. He was giving me the, “please stay eyes” I was giving him the, “don’t you even try to touch me eyes,” and she was giving him the “I’m a desperate whore eyes.” His roommate then proceeds to pick me up and tells me that I’m not the one who should be leaving. I pleaded with him to put me down and stop talking. My guy is just standing there like a little two year old watching this whole thing happen. It seemed like this was lasting hours when it was only about 15 minutes until my friend got there. Thank God for her. She knows who she is! She saved me and from that day forward I vowed to never ever be the college girl…who wasn’t in college anymore. Stupid Stupid….As for him he hasn’t talked to me since. I was glad though that I’m the one who left. The one who refused to be the begging late night whore who couldn’t leave this guy who had another girl in his bed when she showed up. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wasn’t that romantic?
Friday, December 30, 2011
Case of The Ex
There will always be that one person who will occupy a certain amount of your mind and who will always hold a bit of your heart and will always give you a bit of anxiety when thinking about a chance encounter with them. For me this anxiety lasted a bit longer than I would have liked. But after time the anxious feeling subsided and I was no longer plagued with the thoughts of what it might be like if I ran into him in the grocery store or at the movies or worse at the bar when I had a few drinks in me. Lord knows what would come out of my mouth in that situation. I'm sure by now you can guess whom this person might be. Yes yes it's the ex. Which ex may you ask? The one! The one who helped me begin this single girl journey. The one who was a bit swept away in hollywood land! The one who I after a while never thought I would see again.
You see in the beginning I thought I would see this kid everywhere. You have no idea how many guys I run into in this city time and time again. I've even run into people and started dating them again because for some reason I couldn't remember why we stopped dating in the first place ( or I blocked it out because the guy was so cute and i convinced myself it would work better the second time around) Silly I know. I was convinced that I would run into him sooner than later and it would be awkward or great or awkward who knows, but after four years of never seeing him or hearing about him you stop thinking about seeing someone..honestly it didn't cross my mind at all anymore. The only thing I knew about him is that he lived on the west side...Santa Monica or venice maybe and the only reason I knew is because I helped him move there in more ways than one.. Haha
So I galavanted around the westside like always because it is one of my favorite places to hang out. Now I have to be honest for about he first two years I was pretty nervous to run into him because like I said I always saw the same people and a lot of people began to think I was a local. But with time like always feelings fade and anxiety subsides. My friends and I had our local spots and we had such a great time.
Fast forward to about a month ago. We are at one of our fav spots standing by the bar trying to dodge a few guys and talk over the dance music when I look up and see HIM! I'm sure my eyes got bigger than my entire face. I grabbed her and said oh my god oh my god it's my ex! She said which one? I said the ONE! She said oh shit! Then just then he started coming towards me kind of staring me down. It was like everyone in the room just disappeared.. No joke. He looked at me and I just nodded my head as if to say "yep this is reality it's really me." We automatically just hugged each other and both kind of freaked out. The conversation went something like
Him: wow it's been like four years! You look great ( stuttering the whole time)
Me: I know that's crazy right.. Thanks
Him: wait what are you doing here?
Me: what?
Him: I thought you moved home
Me: no. why would you think that?
Him: I don't know. I just see you in pictures with your sisters a lot (on Facebook , on my sisters profile)
Me: umm I can't go home and visit my family?
Him: oh yea ....(silence) so I still have my braces
Me: oh um I didn't know you had braces ( haaaaa awkward haaaa) well if it makes you feel better my permanent retainer broke and I now my gap is kinda back... ( come on ppl had to make him feel a little better) anyway so your sis had a baby?!!
Him: yea! ( Proceeds to show me a pic I've already seen of her)
Conversation continues with more stutters and awkwardness from him... He says something about me in a music video he saw....It's so loud we are yelling and straining to hear each other. He then holds up his glass to cheers me but I no longer have a drink so then he says, " well if you get a drink come find me and we can cheers"
Wow umm ok.... So that's not how I envisioned that to go but it was somewhat perfect.
See I was with a friend.. A hot friend. He was alone looking for his friend, or so he says. I think I was more sober than him, I was looking better than decent that night and I didn't point out my insecurities and I didn't assume that he had moved home because of pictures he had taken with his family. All in all it wasnt brutal for me... Don't know about him.
With that said I can't deny that I was a mess that night. A crying, calling my sis and my friend at 3 in the morning mess! See I didn't expect to have the feelings that I did. For one I was almost happy and relieved to see him. Maybe it was because of all the years of anticipation or maybe because i have to admit that I did miss him. We had a lot of fun together. Or maybe it was because in that minute or two of talking to him I saw the personality that made me like him in the first place. It was hard to feel all of that at once. It's not like I got to prepare myself for the moment. It came out of nowhere with no warning. But in the long run I'm sure that was the best situation.. No anticipation, no planning the best "aren't you mad we broke up outfit", no starving myself for thee days prior so that I would look skinnier than the last time he saw me. ( don't even act like you don't do those crazy things girls) no expectations.
All in all I'm glad it happened and I'm glad it's over. My grandma had beautiful insight on the situation. She said she was glad that I saw him. She said maybe that's just what I needed because just maybe I was holding onto that moment and by seeing him I could finally let it all go. In that moment I had my closure. He saw that I was fine and I saw that he was fine. But maybe he thought I was better than fine. At least I would like to think so.
You see in the beginning I thought I would see this kid everywhere. You have no idea how many guys I run into in this city time and time again. I've even run into people and started dating them again because for some reason I couldn't remember why we stopped dating in the first place ( or I blocked it out because the guy was so cute and i convinced myself it would work better the second time around) Silly I know. I was convinced that I would run into him sooner than later and it would be awkward or great or awkward who knows, but after four years of never seeing him or hearing about him you stop thinking about seeing someone..honestly it didn't cross my mind at all anymore. The only thing I knew about him is that he lived on the west side...Santa Monica or venice maybe and the only reason I knew is because I helped him move there in more ways than one.. Haha
So I galavanted around the westside like always because it is one of my favorite places to hang out. Now I have to be honest for about he first two years I was pretty nervous to run into him because like I said I always saw the same people and a lot of people began to think I was a local. But with time like always feelings fade and anxiety subsides. My friends and I had our local spots and we had such a great time.
Fast forward to about a month ago. We are at one of our fav spots standing by the bar trying to dodge a few guys and talk over the dance music when I look up and see HIM! I'm sure my eyes got bigger than my entire face. I grabbed her and said oh my god oh my god it's my ex! She said which one? I said the ONE! She said oh shit! Then just then he started coming towards me kind of staring me down. It was like everyone in the room just disappeared.. No joke. He looked at me and I just nodded my head as if to say "yep this is reality it's really me." We automatically just hugged each other and both kind of freaked out. The conversation went something like
Him: wow it's been like four years! You look great ( stuttering the whole time)
Me: I know that's crazy right.. Thanks
Him: wait what are you doing here?
Me: what?
Him: I thought you moved home
Me: no. why would you think that?
Him: I don't know. I just see you in pictures with your sisters a lot (on Facebook , on my sisters profile)
Me: umm I can't go home and visit my family?
Him: oh yea ....(silence) so I still have my braces
Me: oh um I didn't know you had braces ( haaaaa awkward haaaa) well if it makes you feel better my permanent retainer broke and I now my gap is kinda back... ( come on ppl had to make him feel a little better) anyway so your sis had a baby?!!
Him: yea! ( Proceeds to show me a pic I've already seen of her)
Conversation continues with more stutters and awkwardness from him... He says something about me in a music video he saw....It's so loud we are yelling and straining to hear each other. He then holds up his glass to cheers me but I no longer have a drink so then he says, " well if you get a drink come find me and we can cheers"
Wow umm ok.... So that's not how I envisioned that to go but it was somewhat perfect.
See I was with a friend.. A hot friend. He was alone looking for his friend, or so he says. I think I was more sober than him, I was looking better than decent that night and I didn't point out my insecurities and I didn't assume that he had moved home because of pictures he had taken with his family. All in all it wasnt brutal for me... Don't know about him.
With that said I can't deny that I was a mess that night. A crying, calling my sis and my friend at 3 in the morning mess! See I didn't expect to have the feelings that I did. For one I was almost happy and relieved to see him. Maybe it was because of all the years of anticipation or maybe because i have to admit that I did miss him. We had a lot of fun together. Or maybe it was because in that minute or two of talking to him I saw the personality that made me like him in the first place. It was hard to feel all of that at once. It's not like I got to prepare myself for the moment. It came out of nowhere with no warning. But in the long run I'm sure that was the best situation.. No anticipation, no planning the best "aren't you mad we broke up outfit", no starving myself for thee days prior so that I would look skinnier than the last time he saw me. ( don't even act like you don't do those crazy things girls) no expectations.
All in all I'm glad it happened and I'm glad it's over. My grandma had beautiful insight on the situation. She said she was glad that I saw him. She said maybe that's just what I needed because just maybe I was holding onto that moment and by seeing him I could finally let it all go. In that moment I had my closure. He saw that I was fine and I saw that he was fine. But maybe he thought I was better than fine. At least I would like to think so.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Strike Nine You're Out!
This is a guest entry by my lovely sister. She was kind enough to eloquently give me a play by play of a recent disaster date. She reminds us all that three strikes is more than enough and that being set up by friends isn't always the best idea.
"Strike Nine. You're out." (Written by sister my sister)
I'm not a dater. This is no secret. Everyone who knows me knows I am just NOT a dater. And now I know why...
This is a story filled with mistakes. In hindsight I should have spotted the red flags being THROWN at me from all directions. But I was told, "You should broaden your horizons." Isn't that what everyone says? "Branch out, gir! Try something new for once! At least you'll get a free dinner out of it. Clearly what you've been doing up to this point isn't working so why not??"
Why not? This story, from start to finish, will tell you EXACTLY why not.
I got set up on a blind date with my best friend's boyfriend's friend. Mistake. Next time (if there ever is one) I will only agree to a date of a direct friend. Not a friend of a friend. "He's really nice and such a gentleman and he really wants to take you out." she says. "Is he cute?" I ask. "....yeah he's cute...." Red flag.
After a couple of days he calls me and asks me out. "I figure we could do dinner and a movie and grab some drinks and shoot the shit." Red flag. Shoot the shit??? I should have known. NO ONE says that. And here is when the striking out begins.........
We were supposed to meet at 7. He calls me AT 7 to let me know he's going to be late. Strike one.
He shows up 15 minutes late, goes to hug me and my nose is OVERWHELMED with old man cologne. Strike 2.
He was wearing a giant blue hoodie with raggedy blue jeans and tennis shoes. Strike 3.
At this point if I were to have followed my better judgement and payed attention to all these red flags, I would have turned right back around, got in my car and drove off. But I decided to listen to everyone who told me to broaden my horizons. Mistake.
We sat down to have a couple of beers and let's just be honest. He was dull as ROCKS. He was about as interesting as watching paint dry. He was giving one word answers to all my questions while trying to stare into my eyes. I'm not gonna lie. I was creeped out.
And then the real weird part came to my attention. "Those are some interesting rings....." I point out. When those words came out of my mouth, what I was really saying was "You're actually wearing 2 silver, skull and cross bones rings on both middle fingers and being dead serious about that decision?" STRIKE FOUR. "Oh yeah. They're Ed Hardy. I really like Ed Hardy. My favorite design of his is the Tiger." Strike Five.
So that was interesting to me that a grown man would say that out loud in public. This is about the time when I started to OVER analyze his whole appearence. As my eyes scanned him I noticed something LITERALLY unbelievable. The man was wearing pearl earrings. No that is not a typo. Pearl earrings. In both ears. Strike six.
He does the right thing and pays for the drinks. But he did the wrong thing when he pulled out a white denim Aeropostale wallet to get out his card. Strike seven.
We get to the movie theater and luckily it was a place where they served dinner WHILE you watched the movie so this date didn't have to drag on any longer than necessary. Since he was a douche and a tool bag he of course didn't let me choose the movie we went to see. Why would he? So I got to sit through 2 hours of men shooting and killing each other. Strike eight.
As the waiter came by and I was about to order my dinner, he seemed annoyed that he was going to have to pay for it. I thought "maybe he just wants me to at least offer so he can then tell me 'No I got it.'" So that's just what I did, "Hey do you want me to get this?" And without hesitation he says "Yeah you pay for the food and I'll get the drinks." STRIKE NINE!!!!
So now I'm completely over the whole thing. I've never been more over anything ever in all of my existance on this planet. I'm paying for dinner while watching a HORRIBLE action film that made no sense, nauseous from the overwhelming smell of old man cologne with a man that owns a white denim wallet and wearing pearl earrings, a hoodie and Ed Hardy rings.
At the end of the night he awkwardly walked me to my car and went in for a kiss. I dodged it like the plague, practically dove into my car and drove off faster than the speed of lightning.
Needless to say this may possibly be my only guest entry for a blog about dating. It's possible that I am traumatized for life from this horrible experience. I now am reminded why I wasn't a dater before and will never be a dater again.
The end.
"Strike Nine. You're out." (Written by sister my sister)
I'm not a dater. This is no secret. Everyone who knows me knows I am just NOT a dater. And now I know why...
This is a story filled with mistakes. In hindsight I should have spotted the red flags being THROWN at me from all directions. But I was told, "You should broaden your horizons." Isn't that what everyone says? "Branch out, gir! Try something new for once! At least you'll get a free dinner out of it. Clearly what you've been doing up to this point isn't working so why not??"
Why not? This story, from start to finish, will tell you EXACTLY why not.
I got set up on a blind date with my best friend's boyfriend's friend. Mistake. Next time (if there ever is one) I will only agree to a date of a direct friend. Not a friend of a friend. "He's really nice and such a gentleman and he really wants to take you out." she says. "Is he cute?" I ask. "....yeah he's cute...." Red flag.
After a couple of days he calls me and asks me out. "I figure we could do dinner and a movie and grab some drinks and shoot the shit." Red flag. Shoot the shit??? I should have known. NO ONE says that. And here is when the striking out begins.........
We were supposed to meet at 7. He calls me AT 7 to let me know he's going to be late. Strike one.
He shows up 15 minutes late, goes to hug me and my nose is OVERWHELMED with old man cologne. Strike 2.
He was wearing a giant blue hoodie with raggedy blue jeans and tennis shoes. Strike 3.
At this point if I were to have followed my better judgement and payed attention to all these red flags, I would have turned right back around, got in my car and drove off. But I decided to listen to everyone who told me to broaden my horizons. Mistake.
We sat down to have a couple of beers and let's just be honest. He was dull as ROCKS. He was about as interesting as watching paint dry. He was giving one word answers to all my questions while trying to stare into my eyes. I'm not gonna lie. I was creeped out.
And then the real weird part came to my attention. "Those are some interesting rings....." I point out. When those words came out of my mouth, what I was really saying was "You're actually wearing 2 silver, skull and cross bones rings on both middle fingers and being dead serious about that decision?" STRIKE FOUR. "Oh yeah. They're Ed Hardy. I really like Ed Hardy. My favorite design of his is the Tiger." Strike Five.
So that was interesting to me that a grown man would say that out loud in public. This is about the time when I started to OVER analyze his whole appearence. As my eyes scanned him I noticed something LITERALLY unbelievable. The man was wearing pearl earrings. No that is not a typo. Pearl earrings. In both ears. Strike six.
He does the right thing and pays for the drinks. But he did the wrong thing when he pulled out a white denim Aeropostale wallet to get out his card. Strike seven.
We get to the movie theater and luckily it was a place where they served dinner WHILE you watched the movie so this date didn't have to drag on any longer than necessary. Since he was a douche and a tool bag he of course didn't let me choose the movie we went to see. Why would he? So I got to sit through 2 hours of men shooting and killing each other. Strike eight.
As the waiter came by and I was about to order my dinner, he seemed annoyed that he was going to have to pay for it. I thought "maybe he just wants me to at least offer so he can then tell me 'No I got it.'" So that's just what I did, "Hey do you want me to get this?" And without hesitation he says "Yeah you pay for the food and I'll get the drinks." STRIKE NINE!!!!
So now I'm completely over the whole thing. I've never been more over anything ever in all of my existance on this planet. I'm paying for dinner while watching a HORRIBLE action film that made no sense, nauseous from the overwhelming smell of old man cologne with a man that owns a white denim wallet and wearing pearl earrings, a hoodie and Ed Hardy rings.
At the end of the night he awkwardly walked me to my car and went in for a kiss. I dodged it like the plague, practically dove into my car and drove off faster than the speed of lightning.
Needless to say this may possibly be my only guest entry for a blog about dating. It's possible that I am traumatized for life from this horrible experience. I now am reminded why I wasn't a dater before and will never be a dater again.
The end.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Last Night
Just thought I'd give a little update on what's been going on in the bar scene here in LA.
Absolutely Nothing....
Except for good times with my friends and horrible pick up lines. I feel obligated to share just a view situations from our night last night. My friend and I went to one of our favorite spots where at least the eye candy usually never disappoints. This doesn't mean that they are the types of guys you would even want to date but at least they are nice to look at.
The best line of the night had to be... "Girl when I look at you, I think of freedom...you just don't look like you give a shit."
The next best thing had to be..."Hey you should kiss my friend, he's pretty drunk, but he's really cute."
And finally to top off the night, my friend and I had been trying to politely dodge a group of about five guys that were following us around all night. They spotted us at the bar and in their last desperate attempt to hold our attention they ran up to us surrounded us in a semi circle and started applauding. The entire room turned around to watch us. Because were outnumbered there really wasn't a sutble way to move out of the situation so we stood there with awkward looks on our faces and when the applauding stopped both turned around to face the bar and didn't say a word.
Score..What a good night! Thanks guys.
Absolutely Nothing....
Except for good times with my friends and horrible pick up lines. I feel obligated to share just a view situations from our night last night. My friend and I went to one of our favorite spots where at least the eye candy usually never disappoints. This doesn't mean that they are the types of guys you would even want to date but at least they are nice to look at.
The best line of the night had to be... "Girl when I look at you, I think of freedom...you just don't look like you give a shit."
The next best thing had to be..."Hey you should kiss my friend, he's pretty drunk, but he's really cute."
And finally to top off the night, my friend and I had been trying to politely dodge a group of about five guys that were following us around all night. They spotted us at the bar and in their last desperate attempt to hold our attention they ran up to us surrounded us in a semi circle and started applauding. The entire room turned around to watch us. Because were outnumbered there really wasn't a sutble way to move out of the situation so we stood there with awkward looks on our faces and when the applauding stopped both turned around to face the bar and didn't say a word.
Score..What a good night! Thanks guys.
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Voicemail of Love
Let me share with you what you might be able to listen to when you check your voicemail after you have given a potential guy your number.
This situation didn't happen to me, but my friend was kind enough to share the voicemail that was left on her phone from a guy that she gave her number to just to get him out of her face. They have never dated, never talked on the phone, and have never seen each other since the first time they met about 2 months ago.
He proceeded to pour out his heart to her and his "true" feelings for her in a voicemail. Get excited people! This is what you get to look forward to on your search for "the one."
The Rap of Love (This screams sincerity and romanticism. I wish it could have happened to me!)
The Rap of Love
(Sung)
Wooowwooohhh baby.
You better call me back cuz I like ya
I’ll read like the pages in a book. You better call me cuz I like ya.
I’m a country crook baby, I just wanna lick you down
To make that sound I just wanna open your body and look deep inside
About nine and a half girl you know what I like to do
That’s you.
So call me baby I can teach how to do it like this
Yea but I got an alterior motive
And I wanna show what its like like this
Nine and half inches in between your hips
I know you probably got a man but its ok
I just wanna taste ya
Multiple orgasms that’s what I want
(Rapping)
No inhibitions its like that ya heard
Keep going straight just like that ya heard
That’s the way it go
You can just get it broke off by a black negro
I know you and your man just make love…but this motherfucker is an angel from above
Touch it, stick it, hit it, and watch you suck it, then you lick it and hit you dig it.
THEN HIS GPS IN THE BACKGROUND TELLS HIM WHERE TO TURN…..(HAAAAAA...what an idiot.)
I'm going to go out tonight and try to find me a man just like this. My friend is so lucky!
What a joke.
This situation didn't happen to me, but my friend was kind enough to share the voicemail that was left on her phone from a guy that she gave her number to just to get him out of her face. They have never dated, never talked on the phone, and have never seen each other since the first time they met about 2 months ago.
He proceeded to pour out his heart to her and his "true" feelings for her in a voicemail. Get excited people! This is what you get to look forward to on your search for "the one."
The Rap of Love (This screams sincerity and romanticism. I wish it could have happened to me!)
The Rap of Love
(Sung)
Wooowwooohhh baby.
You better call me back cuz I like ya
I’ll read like the pages in a book. You better call me cuz I like ya.
I’m a country crook baby, I just wanna lick you down
To make that sound I just wanna open your body and look deep inside
About nine and a half girl you know what I like to do
That’s you.
So call me baby I can teach how to do it like this
Yea but I got an alterior motive
And I wanna show what its like like this
Nine and half inches in between your hips
I know you probably got a man but its ok
I just wanna taste ya
Multiple orgasms that’s what I want
(Rapping)
No inhibitions its like that ya heard
Keep going straight just like that ya heard
That’s the way it go
You can just get it broke off by a black negro
I know you and your man just make love…but this motherfucker is an angel from above
Touch it, stick it, hit it, and watch you suck it, then you lick it and hit you dig it.
THEN HIS GPS IN THE BACKGROUND TELLS HIM WHERE TO TURN…..(HAAAAAA...what an idiot.)
I'm going to go out tonight and try to find me a man just like this. My friend is so lucky!
What a joke.
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