This year has brought about a lot for me. I started it out with being dumped & miserable. Had to help msyelf fall asleep over the next few days by drinking appletinis. Partied at Porkys to meet & dance with a hottie who was all of 22 and a HUGE ego boost. Was verbally attacked by a drunk man at a LB bar only to find myself at the Greek's at 2am for consoling. Yeah, that's what I call it now. I went out with MIU to celebrate his bday and say goodbye & good luck on the west coast. I signed up for a dating site where I met, went on dates with, and tolerated odd men. I hung out with another hot 22 yr old.......hmmm......trend here? I went to Disney for my bday and came home to find out that Cowboy had proposed to the inept mother of 2. Oh yeah...she is the one who informed me. Went in to the city to check out bars that Crak had to review. Finally made it to Katwalk where I passed out & had to have Crak help me home. I was introduced to Girls' Night Out where I drank.............
I went to the Mall of America, saw the Mississippi river, walked on the bridge that collapsed weeks later. Cowboy's mother called to tell me he was in rehab. So I found out I had been scammed for the 4+ years we dated. I had more bad dates: a guy who thought that being a math professor was supposed to impress me, a cop who didn't get it that he is still legally married even though they have decided to privately separate, and a man who all I will say is that I did mention the bisque. Went to the Hamptons for another Girls' thing.
We partied on rooftops in the city.
The (Mis)Adventures of Phyllis and Gertrude began on a loooonnnnng flight to Oahu (which I still cry over the fact that we actually got back on that plane to come home. Who leaves Hawaii?) Helped Crak celebrate her birthday. Saw Cowboy in Colombus a week before he had to move back to Portland....why did I go? No clue.
I ate chocolate. Lots of it.
I had a crazy schedule for the fall. Thus the chocolate and the buzz. I've become part of a group of good looking women with whom to party and not be able to meet men when we go out.....no idea why we don't meet them since they are there & we are hot. Which leads to tomorrow's post.
All I will say is that '07 is a buzz....er uh....blur......and I am okay with seeing it go.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Why Am I Still Doing This?
I received a Christmas card from Cowboy. A pretty hallmark card that had a sweet message inside. Written by hallmark. Not him. As a matter of fact, the only thing he wrote in the card was "Always, Cowboy". No "dear........" no "happy holidays". My name was not in this card at all. The only way I knew it was for me was the fact that my name was on the envelope. Two words. That's all he wrote.
Then, Sunday before Christmas I decided to call and talk. And he was not really listening nor talking. And then he said "can I call you back? I want to see the last twenty miutes of this movie we are watching."
What.
So I told him not to bother. That I wanted a good Christmas and did not need the stress and stupidity of him and his movies. I said I'd call him after the holiday. He couldn't figure out why I was upset. Ummm.....no name on the card. Not even a message inside saying "This card said it better than I could"........NOTHING. And then I come second to a movie? On dvd? Are you serious? Oh yeah, he's mature and has priorities.
I am trying to figure out how to...............how to......................I am not sure what it is I need to figure out but when I do, I'll let you know.
Then, Sunday before Christmas I decided to call and talk. And he was not really listening nor talking. And then he said "can I call you back? I want to see the last twenty miutes of this movie we are watching."
What.
So I told him not to bother. That I wanted a good Christmas and did not need the stress and stupidity of him and his movies. I said I'd call him after the holiday. He couldn't figure out why I was upset. Ummm.....no name on the card. Not even a message inside saying "This card said it better than I could"........NOTHING. And then I come second to a movie? On dvd? Are you serious? Oh yeah, he's mature and has priorities.
I am trying to figure out how to...............how to......................I am not sure what it is I need to figure out but when I do, I'll let you know.
The MIU Is Back InTown
MIU flew back home for the holidays last Friday. We had plans to meet for coffee Sunday night. And we did. He looks good. He looks relaxed. He sounds happy. Oh those California boys.
We caught up on what has happened in the last 11 months and it was just so nice to sit and chat with him face-to-face about all of the zany nonsense that we can chat about.
Glad he's back. Happy we got to hang out. Have to go visit him in Cali in '08.
Thanks for the evening, MIU.
We caught up on what has happened in the last 11 months and it was just so nice to sit and chat with him face-to-face about all of the zany nonsense that we can chat about.
Glad he's back. Happy we got to hang out. Have to go visit him in Cali in '08.
Thanks for the evening, MIU.
Happy Birthday Blonde
Yes, this post is a bit behind. Blonde's bday is the 18th and she decided to have an outing the 15th, the night after the TSO extravaganza. She, with the help of Crak, set up a 'party' at Nutty Irishman. Where quite a few people showed up to party. Blonde's Brother, Thursday Joe, was there buying drinks all around. Cousins she thought would never come came in a caravan! And Blonde? Partied the way a birthday girl should, dancing up a storm.
Lots of fun, only a few odd encounters, and laughs. Good times good times.
Then KDP & I decided to leave. It was hailing and the roads were icy & she was driving from Farmingdale to Hix and then to LB. A long drive any night but made so much worse with icy roads. We left and as we hit the main road, TJ texted me. He wanted me to go to his house. Yeah right. Its the middle of the night and he only texts when he is drunk. I sent it back saying 'that's okay'. I'm looking for something real not a drunken hook-up. He texted me a few times and then called at 2:50 am to ask me why I wasn't at his house yet. When I said it was too late, too icy, and not good because of the buzz he had going, he was not happy. Oh well.
I mentioned this to Crak the following week and she said that it now made sense why he had to be taken home rather than just stay at his sister's house where Crak was driving and staying as well. Oh TJ. Who texts on Thursdays and never has it lead to anything. So weird. So odd. Should get even weirder when we all go to his house for new year's.
All I know is that Crak knows how to organize a party & Blonde sure knows how to do a birthday right. Happy Birthday BB!
Lots of fun, only a few odd encounters, and laughs. Good times good times.
Then KDP & I decided to leave. It was hailing and the roads were icy & she was driving from Farmingdale to Hix and then to LB. A long drive any night but made so much worse with icy roads. We left and as we hit the main road, TJ texted me. He wanted me to go to his house. Yeah right. Its the middle of the night and he only texts when he is drunk. I sent it back saying 'that's okay'. I'm looking for something real not a drunken hook-up. He texted me a few times and then called at 2:50 am to ask me why I wasn't at his house yet. When I said it was too late, too icy, and not good because of the buzz he had going, he was not happy. Oh well.
I mentioned this to Crak the following week and she said that it now made sense why he had to be taken home rather than just stay at his sister's house where Crak was driving and staying as well. Oh TJ. Who texts on Thursdays and never has it lead to anything. So weird. So odd. Should get even weirder when we all go to his house for new year's.
All I know is that Crak knows how to organize a party & Blonde sure knows how to do a birthday right. Happy Birthday BB!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Chuckle Of The Day
I saw a bumper sticker today that read:
"Don't drink and park. Accidents cause people."
It took me a few minutes & then I burst out laughing in an aisle in the grocery store. Yup. Standing there all by myself laughing at a sticker that was outside & so five minutes earlier. Sooooooooooooo tired!
"Don't drink and park. Accidents cause people."
It took me a few minutes & then I burst out laughing in an aisle in the grocery store. Yup. Standing there all by myself laughing at a sticker that was outside & so five minutes earlier. Sooooooooooooo tired!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Dr. Seuss + Tim Burton Nativity Scriptures + The Who's Tommy = Trans Siberian Orchestra
Friday was a hectic day for me. I had a meeting from 11-1. Then I had to change into party clothes to go to the College's Holiday soire. Put in my appearance & left only to hit traffic--going west--at 4pm. I hopped into going-out clothes to meet Crak & Blonde at Cozy Mel's for dinner.
Cozy Mel......yum. It was so nice to sit & chat with the gals without the pounding music and the throbbing singles looking for a hook-up.
We wrapped it up & headed over to the Coliseum to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra. Crak had been asking people for three years to attend this concert. And every year I would say "Who?" And she would say "You know the 'dun dun du dun....' song? I want to see them." And by the time I would figure it out, tickets have come and gone. This year I agreed. The three of us drove over to what I thought would be a quiet concert (audience-wise) and an early evening.
So. Wrong.
The Coliseum was packed and people filled in the seats. When the show began, we were greeted with a song and lights and effects. Two of the guitarists would run back & forth and climb two HUGE platforms to excite the crowd with the talent. And then it happened. A man came out on stage and began a narrative. Hmmm. Electric guitars. Electric keyboards. Electric violins. And a narrator? Think the dancer from Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Who gave us some odd rendition of their synthesized version of the Nativity. Some angel flies over the earth and sees that there are no stars in Serejevo. Somewhere in the next hour, the angel found his way to NYC. And was guided to a lost pregnant runaway who couldn't find stars to guide her so she found the neon sign of a bar.
I was lost. And I felt as if I was being sucked in to some cult. Blonde & I just kept looking and Crak. At 9:30, when the odd tale was over, the guitarist came out and said he hoped we enjoyed the first half of the show. First half? What? There's more? Oh no!
The second half was amazing! It opened with 'Flight of the Bumble Bee' and went on for an hour and a half to end with the 'Carol of the Bells'......the one you hear from them on the radio. The man who is credited with putting TSO (that's what people were chanting since Trans Siberian Orchestra would take WAY TOO LONG) came out and said he was beyond honored to introduce the celebrity for the evening. And out came Roger Daultry. You know, The Who. See? I knew there was a touch of 'Tommy' in this. The stadium errupted into screams, shrieks, and an energy level I have never experienced before at any event.
Wow.
A once-in-a-lifetime event.
That's all I am going to say.
Cozy Mel......yum. It was so nice to sit & chat with the gals without the pounding music and the throbbing singles looking for a hook-up.
We wrapped it up & headed over to the Coliseum to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra. Crak had been asking people for three years to attend this concert. And every year I would say "Who?" And she would say "You know the 'dun dun du dun....' song? I want to see them." And by the time I would figure it out, tickets have come and gone. This year I agreed. The three of us drove over to what I thought would be a quiet concert (audience-wise) and an early evening.
So. Wrong.
The Coliseum was packed and people filled in the seats. When the show began, we were greeted with a song and lights and effects. Two of the guitarists would run back & forth and climb two HUGE platforms to excite the crowd with the talent. And then it happened. A man came out on stage and began a narrative. Hmmm. Electric guitars. Electric keyboards. Electric violins. And a narrator? Think the dancer from Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Who gave us some odd rendition of their synthesized version of the Nativity. Some angel flies over the earth and sees that there are no stars in Serejevo. Somewhere in the next hour, the angel found his way to NYC. And was guided to a lost pregnant runaway who couldn't find stars to guide her so she found the neon sign of a bar.
I was lost. And I felt as if I was being sucked in to some cult. Blonde & I just kept looking and Crak. At 9:30, when the odd tale was over, the guitarist came out and said he hoped we enjoyed the first half of the show. First half? What? There's more? Oh no!
The second half was amazing! It opened with 'Flight of the Bumble Bee' and went on for an hour and a half to end with the 'Carol of the Bells'......the one you hear from them on the radio. The man who is credited with putting TSO (that's what people were chanting since Trans Siberian Orchestra would take WAY TOO LONG) came out and said he was beyond honored to introduce the celebrity for the evening. And out came Roger Daultry. You know, The Who. See? I knew there was a touch of 'Tommy' in this. The stadium errupted into screams, shrieks, and an energy level I have never experienced before at any event.
Wow.
A once-in-a-lifetime event.
That's all I am going to say.
Inclement Weather......Inclement Life....Part Two
Cancelled class? No problem? We'll make it up Friday the 21st! Your grades still have to be submitted by Thursday night and everything else will go according to plan, but you will still have to come in and sit there with the students. Who aren't going to show up. To not cover material because the semester is over. But if you don't show up, you will be docked.
If you need me Friday night you know where to find me.
At the sanitarium.
If you need me Friday night you know where to find me.
At the sanitarium.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Inclement Weather..............Inclement Life
My evening classes were cancelled last night due to the icy roads. Yippee! Then the post came that the class will be made up on Friday the 21st. Drat! I will have no papers to grade. No work to do. No students who will show up so that I am not a total loser sitting in the building by myself on a Friday night.
To top it off, the Velvet Fog called my house. Half of the times she has called I just don't answer. Mainly because the messages she leaves are priceless. The other times she has called, I am not home and just never get around to calling her back. I now remember why I don't pick up. She asked if I had any weekend plans. I said yes I do & hope that the weather isn't too bad so that we can go and still be safe. She said "So? Make him come to you! Tell him to bring over some dinner and a movie & you can snuggle the evening away. How's that sound?"
I wanted to say "Who is he? There's no 'he'! I'm all alone!" but thought best and just agreed.
So, while sitting home on a Thursday evening, all I could think about was that there is no 'he' and I am alone. Thanks, Velvet Fog, for pointing out the lack in my life!
To top it off, the Velvet Fog called my house. Half of the times she has called I just don't answer. Mainly because the messages she leaves are priceless. The other times she has called, I am not home and just never get around to calling her back. I now remember why I don't pick up. She asked if I had any weekend plans. I said yes I do & hope that the weather isn't too bad so that we can go and still be safe. She said "So? Make him come to you! Tell him to bring over some dinner and a movie & you can snuggle the evening away. How's that sound?"
I wanted to say "Who is he? There's no 'he'! I'm all alone!" but thought best and just agreed.
So, while sitting home on a Thursday evening, all I could think about was that there is no 'he' and I am alone. Thanks, Velvet Fog, for pointing out the lack in my life!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Ringing in New This Year?
I sent off a resume (with TONS o' help from Crak) to see if I can possibly get a new job for the fall. It had to be postmarked today. Fingers are crossed and prayers are being said. I expect the same from the rest of you!
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Why Do They Come Back? (A part of the 'being spotted' issue)
I checked my email the other day to find one from the Math Professor. Bleh! I have not heard from him since July? August? I don't remember but it was one lone email that was sent & to which I never replied. The new one said "Hi! How are you? Just wanted to fill you in on what I've been doing.......blah blah blah.......I know the semester has been so crazy for me and I've let contacts slide. But I was wondering if you still wanted to keep in touch? I saw you the other night in Sephora and didn't know if I should say hello or not. So, I didn't. But I hope all is well with you and that the end of the semester isn't too hectic for you."
So, you saw me in a store and didn't say hi. You then wait a week to email me about the (lack of) encounter and want to know if I want to keep in touch. Hmmmmm. Hard decision here!
Well, in all honesty, part of me wants to respond just for the sake of asking him why he didn't come over and say 'hi' like a 35-year old man should be able to do. I was with KDP. Not with a guy. And he may not have seen me with her at times because we were on opposite sides of the store.....so for all I know I may have been alone when he saw me. And yet, no hello. Which part of me is glad about because I wouldn't wnat that awkwardness while selecting a lipstick. But, at the same time, what the heck is wrong with him? Or with me?
I have not responded. I probably won't because I don't really want to keep in touch with him. But, again, I am so curious to know why he'd not acknowledge me & then wait a week to send it off.
I'm rambling. I know. I want a man. It's the holidays. I'm lonely. I want to do all of the "couple-y" things that there are to enjoy. I'm rambling.
So, you saw me in a store and didn't say hi. You then wait a week to email me about the (lack of) encounter and want to know if I want to keep in touch. Hmmmmm. Hard decision here!
Well, in all honesty, part of me wants to respond just for the sake of asking him why he didn't come over and say 'hi' like a 35-year old man should be able to do. I was with KDP. Not with a guy. And he may not have seen me with her at times because we were on opposite sides of the store.....so for all I know I may have been alone when he saw me. And yet, no hello. Which part of me is glad about because I wouldn't wnat that awkwardness while selecting a lipstick. But, at the same time, what the heck is wrong with him? Or with me?
I have not responded. I probably won't because I don't really want to keep in touch with him. But, again, I am so curious to know why he'd not acknowledge me & then wait a week to send it off.
I'm rambling. I know. I want a man. It's the holidays. I'm lonely. I want to do all of the "couple-y" things that there are to enjoy. I'm rambling.
"Haul Out the Holly.....Put Up the Tree Before My Spirit Falls Again..."
I spent last weekend in the Sunshine State. Beautiful. Fun. Warm. I mean a 30degree difference warm. My family went down for our annual holiday kick-off.
We went to the Magic Kingdon for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party. There we had amazing hot chocolate and decorated sugar cookies provided by jolly cast members. We saw it snow on Main Street. The castle is covered in white lights so that it looks sugar-coated. Fantasy brought to reality.
Epoct Center brought the Candlelight Processional. Two hundred voices singing traditional songs while a guest speaker, this year it was Monique Coleman, read the scriptures. It's always an uplifting experience and puts one in the "Christmas Spirit".
We had a scrumptious tea at the Garden View Tea Room where I had a pear and gorgonzola sandwich that is still making me sigh longingly.
We then went to this exhibit that we heard about called ICE! It's hundreds of thousands of pounds of ice sculpted into various forms. They had the entire Nativity (full-size), a candy land--with a cupcake bigger than me(!), a train, and a winter wonderland. At the end of the 9-degree exhibit, they had three ice slides......think luge without the sled. It was AMAZING! I walked to the top of a 16-ft staircase, sat down at the top with my knees bent and feet flat, and the worker at the top gave me a push. Whoosh! It was all over before I knew it but so much fun.
I've been singing carols ever since.
We went to the Magic Kingdon for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party. There we had amazing hot chocolate and decorated sugar cookies provided by jolly cast members. We saw it snow on Main Street. The castle is covered in white lights so that it looks sugar-coated. Fantasy brought to reality.
Epoct Center brought the Candlelight Processional. Two hundred voices singing traditional songs while a guest speaker, this year it was Monique Coleman, read the scriptures. It's always an uplifting experience and puts one in the "Christmas Spirit".
We had a scrumptious tea at the Garden View Tea Room where I had a pear and gorgonzola sandwich that is still making me sigh longingly.
We then went to this exhibit that we heard about called ICE! It's hundreds of thousands of pounds of ice sculpted into various forms. They had the entire Nativity (full-size), a candy land--with a cupcake bigger than me(!), a train, and a winter wonderland. At the end of the 9-degree exhibit, they had three ice slides......think luge without the sled. It was AMAZING! I walked to the top of a 16-ft staircase, sat down at the top with my knees bent and feet flat, and the worker at the top gave me a push. Whoosh! It was all over before I knew it but so much fun.
I've been singing carols ever since.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Revisiting the Notion of Me Being Famous
If I were famous, I would expect people to recognize me. I'd find it normal for people to stop me and say hi, wave to me, or beckon me over to chat. I would know that they would know that they know me......in that "I've heard about you/seen you on..." sort of knowing level.
Alas, I am not famous. So I do not anticipate people "spotting" me when I am out. Oh, sure, I've had it happen on more than one occassion (gross understatement), but I am never sure how they know it's me.
I was in the city Thursday for some holiday sightseeing and present shopping. It had been a long day & I was heading back to Penn. I'm waiting on the corner of 6th Ave & 41st when I hear "Hey". There are at least 25 other people standing on the corner waiting to cross and a bunch more milling around trying to figure out their direciton and a bunch more walking on by. So I don't even acknowledge the "hey" because I am almost as much of a tourist as the others around me. "Hey".....there it is again. And I, for some unknown reason, spin my head in random directions in the slightest possibility that the 'hey' is for me.
All I see is a cop car. With a hand out of the window..............and a finger beckoning in my direciton. "I know you." Again, look of confusion as my head is glancing in all directions now hoping that the cop is speaking with someone else. "Miss, in the pink coat. Come here. I know you. " Like a magnet drawing in a paperclip, I walk over to the car. "Me? Are you saying you know me?" "Yeah. From Briar. You were my prof." ????????????????
Well now I am looking for cameras and some guy with a microphone doing some 'gotcha' deal. So I lean in to the window (over what was a very attractive partner) and say "What? When? Me?" Yes, I do have a college degree......................such probing questions I ask.
"Yeah. Back in '01. My name's Danny". Danny.............danny......................I looked at the face (much heavier than it had been) and say "Danny? What's your last name?" He mumbles something (yup--briar material) and then it hits me "Dan? From the baseball team?' "Yeah that's me." "So, you're a cop? Did you do the CJ degree?" "Nah. I didn't finish at briar. How are you?" Still in a blondish fog, I just start rambling for a minute and then mumbled something about catching a train.
How does he remember me from 2001? I don't remember much of 2001. Not for any other reason then I don't. And how is it that they spot me in crowds? And why can't a future husband spot me like that?
Snapping back into reality, I realize that being spotted is not fun. It's freaky, creepy, and I miss my anonymity. Had this encounter been something that could catapult my earning power to a better bracket, fine. It's nothing. All it is for me is a reminder that I have to look good at all times. Ugh. Effort.
Alas, I am not famous. So I do not anticipate people "spotting" me when I am out. Oh, sure, I've had it happen on more than one occassion (gross understatement), but I am never sure how they know it's me.
I was in the city Thursday for some holiday sightseeing and present shopping. It had been a long day & I was heading back to Penn. I'm waiting on the corner of 6th Ave & 41st when I hear "Hey". There are at least 25 other people standing on the corner waiting to cross and a bunch more milling around trying to figure out their direciton and a bunch more walking on by. So I don't even acknowledge the "hey" because I am almost as much of a tourist as the others around me. "Hey".....there it is again. And I, for some unknown reason, spin my head in random directions in the slightest possibility that the 'hey' is for me.
All I see is a cop car. With a hand out of the window..............and a finger beckoning in my direciton. "I know you." Again, look of confusion as my head is glancing in all directions now hoping that the cop is speaking with someone else. "Miss, in the pink coat. Come here. I know you. " Like a magnet drawing in a paperclip, I walk over to the car. "Me? Are you saying you know me?" "Yeah. From Briar. You were my prof." ????????????????
Well now I am looking for cameras and some guy with a microphone doing some 'gotcha' deal. So I lean in to the window (over what was a very attractive partner) and say "What? When? Me?" Yes, I do have a college degree......................such probing questions I ask.
"Yeah. Back in '01. My name's Danny". Danny.............danny......................I looked at the face (much heavier than it had been) and say "Danny? What's your last name?" He mumbles something (yup--briar material) and then it hits me "Dan? From the baseball team?' "Yeah that's me." "So, you're a cop? Did you do the CJ degree?" "Nah. I didn't finish at briar. How are you?" Still in a blondish fog, I just start rambling for a minute and then mumbled something about catching a train.
How does he remember me from 2001? I don't remember much of 2001. Not for any other reason then I don't. And how is it that they spot me in crowds? And why can't a future husband spot me like that?
Snapping back into reality, I realize that being spotted is not fun. It's freaky, creepy, and I miss my anonymity. Had this encounter been something that could catapult my earning power to a better bracket, fine. It's nothing. All it is for me is a reminder that I have to look good at all times. Ugh. Effort.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Midnight Madness
KDP & I had this great idea to head out to Tanger to get a jump start on the holiday shopping. We left my place at 11:00 pm and were making good time to Riverhead. Until we hit exit 70 on the LIE. As soon as we passed the ramp, the cars stopped. We had two exits to go and it was already midnight. But, as far as the eye could see were cars. Three lanes of them plus the losers in the shoulder lane who happened to be stopped, too.
We sat for an hour before reaching exit 71. I asked KDP what we should do. She said we should continue on since we had come all this way. Another hour later, and two crazy phone calls to Crak & Cowboy, we made it to exit 72. Where we drove past the main entrance and the hundreds of cars waiting to get into the lots. I headed for two other potential entrances but we were cut off by a State Trooper. Who pulled in front of one of the entrances and shooed a car trying to drive under the police tape. When that car moved, I pulled up and rolled down the window. KDP asked "How do we..." and he yelled "ITS CLOSED". So she said "Yes, but how can we..." and he yells again, "ITS CLOSED". She said "Then where is another entrance?" (we were thinking that they wanted to regulate entrances and certain ones were closed) to which he said "The whole place is CLOSED. SHUT DOWN. They are beyond capacity."
So we drove further east, hoping to find a place on the side of the road. Nope. We drove about a half of a mile and found cars everywhere. On the street. In parking lots. On the grass. In places that cars should not be parked.
So we turned around and drove home. I got in at 3:30. I had been driving for 4 & 1/2 hours. Without a single purhcase. Without even getting out of the car once!
How does one go from being on the cusp of glitterati status at LV last week to being a reject from Tanger Outlets this week? My life hits faster than a Page Six article!
We sat for an hour before reaching exit 71. I asked KDP what we should do. She said we should continue on since we had come all this way. Another hour later, and two crazy phone calls to Crak & Cowboy, we made it to exit 72. Where we drove past the main entrance and the hundreds of cars waiting to get into the lots. I headed for two other potential entrances but we were cut off by a State Trooper. Who pulled in front of one of the entrances and shooed a car trying to drive under the police tape. When that car moved, I pulled up and rolled down the window. KDP asked "How do we..." and he yelled "ITS CLOSED". So she said "Yes, but how can we..." and he yells again, "ITS CLOSED". She said "Then where is another entrance?" (we were thinking that they wanted to regulate entrances and certain ones were closed) to which he said "The whole place is CLOSED. SHUT DOWN. They are beyond capacity."
So we drove further east, hoping to find a place on the side of the road. Nope. We drove about a half of a mile and found cars everywhere. On the street. In parking lots. On the grass. In places that cars should not be parked.
So we turned around and drove home. I got in at 3:30. I had been driving for 4 & 1/2 hours. Without a single purhcase. Without even getting out of the car once!
How does one go from being on the cusp of glitterati status at LV last week to being a reject from Tanger Outlets this week? My life hits faster than a Page Six article!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
G L A M O R O U S
"Flyin' first class......up in the sky.
Poppin' champagne......livin' the life........
In the fast lane..........."
For some (unknown) reason, I received an embossed invite to the sneak preview of Louis Vuitton's holiday collection this year. The invite was for Wednesday evening at the Fifth Avenue Store at 7pm. A chance to be 'glitterati' for an evening? I was so there! I asked around but, alas, had no one with whom I could attend. And then, last minute, KDP called and asked if I was still going solo. I said yes & she was actually free & wanted to go with me. And off we went.
We met up & hopped a subway to 57th street. We walked over to the closed LV store and saw that the window displays were covered so that "mere pedestrian types" could not catch a glimpse of what was in store for the holiday rush. People were asking a woman, who was standing outside with a clipboard, how they could get in to this soiree, and she turned them away.
Exclusive!
KDP & I approached the woman, gave my name, and were ushered in to the foyer where we were met by model men with trays of Moet champagne. It was so tasty! We wandered through the store, sipping and browsing. One of the models saw that our glasses were almost empty and he was quick to refresh them for us.
Needless to say, three glasses later, I was feeling pretty good. The store was beautiful, the accessories stunning (and, sadly, not anywhere near my price range....where is my rich husband?) and I was buzzed.
On a Wednesday night.
In the middle of a work week.
In Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue.
luvin' my life at the moment.
Poppin' champagne......livin' the life........
In the fast lane..........."
For some (unknown) reason, I received an embossed invite to the sneak preview of Louis Vuitton's holiday collection this year. The invite was for Wednesday evening at the Fifth Avenue Store at 7pm. A chance to be 'glitterati' for an evening? I was so there! I asked around but, alas, had no one with whom I could attend. And then, last minute, KDP called and asked if I was still going solo. I said yes & she was actually free & wanted to go with me. And off we went.
We met up & hopped a subway to 57th street. We walked over to the closed LV store and saw that the window displays were covered so that "mere pedestrian types" could not catch a glimpse of what was in store for the holiday rush. People were asking a woman, who was standing outside with a clipboard, how they could get in to this soiree, and she turned them away.
Exclusive!
KDP & I approached the woman, gave my name, and were ushered in to the foyer where we were met by model men with trays of Moet champagne. It was so tasty! We wandered through the store, sipping and browsing. One of the models saw that our glasses were almost empty and he was quick to refresh them for us.
Needless to say, three glasses later, I was feeling pretty good. The store was beautiful, the accessories stunning (and, sadly, not anywhere near my price range....where is my rich husband?) and I was buzzed.
On a Wednesday night.
In the middle of a work week.
In Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue.
luvin' my life at the moment.
Thanks for Giving
To all who have stood by me through this year:
With all of the ups & downs that I have endured, you have been there. You have offered me laughter, a sense of sanity, reminded me that it isn't "me" but usually "them", encouraged, inspired, and offered me bail money (in some cases).
I am thankful for having you in my life.
Be well..................eat well.......................
Enjoy the holiday.
With all of the ups & downs that I have endured, you have been there. You have offered me laughter, a sense of sanity, reminded me that it isn't "me" but usually "them", encouraged, inspired, and offered me bail money (in some cases).
I am thankful for having you in my life.
Be well..................eat well.......................
Enjoy the holiday.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A Chocoholic's Dream Come True
This weekend was the 10th Annual Chocolate Show. Of which, this was my fourth. I was hauling it in with my parents, three of their couple friends, and one of the couple's two children + a fiancee. All in all, there were twelve of us. We bypassed the line outside and entered the intoxicating-scented room with samples galore.
I ate my weight in chocolate samples and bought more than necessary. I saw Crak's friend, Fred, who assists a chocolatier at the event. She looked so pretty! Three hours later we headed out to find lunch. We went to this great restaurant that we ate at last year & I had an amazing panini with a side salad that helped to settle my nerves a bit from the chocolate overload I was experiencing.
We then headed to Macy's to see the Waterford New Year's Eve ball, which is on display. It's so much smaller than I imagined.
I came home and passed out from my over-eating and the depression of having to buy a bigger pair of jeans after just one afternoon excursion.
I ate my weight in chocolate samples and bought more than necessary. I saw Crak's friend, Fred, who assists a chocolatier at the event. She looked so pretty! Three hours later we headed out to find lunch. We went to this great restaurant that we ate at last year & I had an amazing panini with a side salad that helped to settle my nerves a bit from the chocolate overload I was experiencing.
We then headed to Macy's to see the Waterford New Year's Eve ball, which is on display. It's so much smaller than I imagined.
I came home and passed out from my over-eating and the depression of having to buy a bigger pair of jeans after just one afternoon excursion.
CodeGirl's Pricy Party
Codegirl, who will now be known as "Looie's Mom", since she is head-over-heels for her bulldog (referring to him as her son and 'the boy'), decided to host a Spa Party the other night. She invited twelve women to a Friday evening filled with yummy food and spa products being demo'd by a "friend of a friend".
The products, while pretty, enticing, and indulgent, were so---wait make that SO--- expensive, that we didn't know what to do. She can afford these things, but many of us think that $30 for a shower gel is a bit much. But, how often will one attend such a party? Probably only once (if she is smart). So, what did we do? We bought the $30 gel. Almond scented. Mmmmmmmm. Hard to get out of the shower and function after using it since it smells so good and relaxes you so putting on pajamas and lounging seems like the more logical choice.
The plus-side of the party was that I got to hang out with Looie's Mom outside of work AND I got to meet her sister. With whom I have a history from last year. She wanted to set her boss up with someone. LM said she thought I'd be a good match. They talked about us....so her sister knows way more about me than I of her, and they gave him my screen name. He and I had chatted a bit. Which is when I found out he works & lives in Jersey. ??????? Anyway, I had sent him my number, which he never used. Then I found out that he was being fired because he technically stole a car from his job. Don't ask.
Her sister is so nice & funny & everything LM is so being with the two of them was great. We laughed at this poor guy's expense, sipped wine, bought bath products, and pettted Looie. Love LM's parties!
The products, while pretty, enticing, and indulgent, were so---wait make that SO--- expensive, that we didn't know what to do. She can afford these things, but many of us think that $30 for a shower gel is a bit much. But, how often will one attend such a party? Probably only once (if she is smart). So, what did we do? We bought the $30 gel. Almond scented. Mmmmmmmm. Hard to get out of the shower and function after using it since it smells so good and relaxes you so putting on pajamas and lounging seems like the more logical choice.
The plus-side of the party was that I got to hang out with Looie's Mom outside of work AND I got to meet her sister. With whom I have a history from last year. She wanted to set her boss up with someone. LM said she thought I'd be a good match. They talked about us....so her sister knows way more about me than I of her, and they gave him my screen name. He and I had chatted a bit. Which is when I found out he works & lives in Jersey. ??????? Anyway, I had sent him my number, which he never used. Then I found out that he was being fired because he technically stole a car from his job. Don't ask.
Her sister is so nice & funny & everything LM is so being with the two of them was great. We laughed at this poor guy's expense, sipped wine, bought bath products, and pettted Looie. Love LM's parties!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
"Debbie" and I Don't Get Along
I have had a bad history with women named Deborah. Or Debra. Or Debbie. We do not get along. And that's the nice way of saying it. I have had students in the past with whom I clash. The single relating factor? Their name. Cowboy's mother? Also a "D". It's just a bad mix from the beginning and I don't see it (nor do I remember) until they lash out and tear me to pieces.
Last night was no different. I gave a final exam to my Ethics class. It was 40 questions. I said to give me a half an hour and then they could come back, pick up the graded exam and their last research paper. One young "D" did just that. And she was not happy. She earned a "B-" on her paper and believes it to warrant a much higher grade. She came in and knelt next to me and asked me why I "gave" her such a grade. I started with the "you earned it" speech. She then said that her friend (in the class) wrote a paper just like her's but earned a higher grade. I pointed out that you can not compare papers. I mentioned that her's was full of mechanical errors, was written in a conversational tone, and did not have a Works Cited page. She said that this is not an English class so I should not be grading them based on grammar and mechanics. I said that this is a college paper, meaning college-level writing is in order. This was when she stood up, backed away to the door, and then unleashed a tirade on me of how I am a bad teacher, nobody liked the class, everybody said they had a hard time learning....blah blah blah. I said "Everybody? And you are the spokesperson taking the fall?" She threatened to go to the Dean about this. I said that she should take the whole class if it was truly that bad.
That's when she came to the desk & snatched her paper away, telling me the Dean would read it and see it is worth more. She has a 3.8 GPA and isn't about to let an easy class like mine ruin her grade. Yeah. She said it was easy, yet she did terribly.
She pointed out that she is not an English major and I should not grade papers as such. She also said that it was a waste of time to learn about philosophers because they have nothing to do with Ethics. And then she was angry because I showed two movies and did not test them on the content. Why? Why didn't I? I tried to explain the meaning of supplemental material but she didn't want it.
She stormed off. I went to Academics with a student who had to take another test for my class. A second student came down and said that there was some girl upset in Admissions and they were agreeing with her that my classes are too hard and all of that crap. She then asked me why the girl had said the things about philosophy and I explained it. She then asked about the "Harry Potter" comment........I had given them an article last week to read in class about Rowling "outing" Dumbeldore and how does this fit int ethics. "D" was mad because we discussed it for 15 minutes and it was not on the test. What was the point of me bringing it in if I wasn't going to test them. ???!!!!!!!!
Insert all sorts of frustrated profanity now.
I went to deal with another student and that's when I got the email. She ranted on about how she was going to apologize but she heard me talking with the other two women and that I am a horrible teaacher and the Dean will take care of all of this.
BAsically, my head will roll, according to her. And since the Dean and I do not mesh well....it probably will roll.
I have 40 weeks of this job left. I just need to hang on to it for a bit longer. Give me strength.
Last night was no different. I gave a final exam to my Ethics class. It was 40 questions. I said to give me a half an hour and then they could come back, pick up the graded exam and their last research paper. One young "D" did just that. And she was not happy. She earned a "B-" on her paper and believes it to warrant a much higher grade. She came in and knelt next to me and asked me why I "gave" her such a grade. I started with the "you earned it" speech. She then said that her friend (in the class) wrote a paper just like her's but earned a higher grade. I pointed out that you can not compare papers. I mentioned that her's was full of mechanical errors, was written in a conversational tone, and did not have a Works Cited page. She said that this is not an English class so I should not be grading them based on grammar and mechanics. I said that this is a college paper, meaning college-level writing is in order. This was when she stood up, backed away to the door, and then unleashed a tirade on me of how I am a bad teacher, nobody liked the class, everybody said they had a hard time learning....blah blah blah. I said "Everybody? And you are the spokesperson taking the fall?" She threatened to go to the Dean about this. I said that she should take the whole class if it was truly that bad.
That's when she came to the desk & snatched her paper away, telling me the Dean would read it and see it is worth more. She has a 3.8 GPA and isn't about to let an easy class like mine ruin her grade. Yeah. She said it was easy, yet she did terribly.
She pointed out that she is not an English major and I should not grade papers as such. She also said that it was a waste of time to learn about philosophers because they have nothing to do with Ethics. And then she was angry because I showed two movies and did not test them on the content. Why? Why didn't I? I tried to explain the meaning of supplemental material but she didn't want it.
She stormed off. I went to Academics with a student who had to take another test for my class. A second student came down and said that there was some girl upset in Admissions and they were agreeing with her that my classes are too hard and all of that crap. She then asked me why the girl had said the things about philosophy and I explained it. She then asked about the "Harry Potter" comment........I had given them an article last week to read in class about Rowling "outing" Dumbeldore and how does this fit int ethics. "D" was mad because we discussed it for 15 minutes and it was not on the test. What was the point of me bringing it in if I wasn't going to test them. ???!!!!!!!!
Insert all sorts of frustrated profanity now.
I went to deal with another student and that's when I got the email. She ranted on about how she was going to apologize but she heard me talking with the other two women and that I am a horrible teaacher and the Dean will take care of all of this.
BAsically, my head will roll, according to her. And since the Dean and I do not mesh well....it probably will roll.
I have 40 weeks of this job left. I just need to hang on to it for a bit longer. Give me strength.
Monday, October 29, 2007
A Whole Other Box of Scary.....(told you I'd need it)
I was chatting online last night with JW. He & I have this "fade in....fade out" thing going on forever. We talk and chat & hang out for a few weeks & then we do not speak at all for a few months. We're on the "hang out phase" again.
He recently went to Vegas.....oh so jealous(!)........and met a woman. Shocker. She is now the "love of his life". Even bigger shocker. He started our conversation with "Long distance relationships suck". I said "yes, they do. Why would you say that, though? Are you in one?" And so it began: he met a woman in Vegas who he has very strong feelings for. She lives in Detroit and he has been to visit her twice since meeting her six weeks ago. She is supposed to come here between now and the holidays and he is planning on going back there within the same period.
He wants to propse. At first, it may have been the "love" idea. But its not. He said he's tired of playing games and just wants to move on with his life. Don't we all? I suggested he see how it goes between now and the holidays. Nope. Not possible. I suggested he see how she likes Long Island. Nope. Why wait to find out? Just pop the question and take it from there. Now I have learned that waiting isn't necessarily the best thing in all situations, but when he is tethered to the Island and has no idea if she is willing to move "for love", then waiting may be good. Eight weeks won't hurt, will they?
That's when he proposed to me. ??? I said "You just professed your love for another woman. I can't be anybody's #2." He pointed out that he had not yet proposed, so technically I was not #2.......BIG stretch there, buddy. And that we get along, want the same tihngs, have fun together......yadda yadda yadda..........Not the way to win this woman over. PLUS I am not the "virtual marrying type". If someone is going to ask me such a question, do it to my face. Blah.
I'm all for getting on with life. He and I both want to be married (just I don't want to be married to him...or anyone that wants to do it just for the sake of saying they have a spouse) and we both want kids, but this is not the way. Even I know that. Yes, even in my state of depression, desperation, and despair, I know that much.
I just found the whole conversation odd, weird (but things with JW are usually), and a bit unsettling. I tried to play it off as a joke, but I think I may have hurt his feelings. I don't want to do that, but I don't want to get caught up in any weirdo fantasy that doesn't really have me as the starring role. Besides, if I wanted fantasy, Cowboy & I'd be "living on love" since he is broke & I work for the Patch.
He recently went to Vegas.....oh so jealous(!)........and met a woman. Shocker. She is now the "love of his life". Even bigger shocker. He started our conversation with "Long distance relationships suck". I said "yes, they do. Why would you say that, though? Are you in one?" And so it began: he met a woman in Vegas who he has very strong feelings for. She lives in Detroit and he has been to visit her twice since meeting her six weeks ago. She is supposed to come here between now and the holidays and he is planning on going back there within the same period.
He wants to propse. At first, it may have been the "love" idea. But its not. He said he's tired of playing games and just wants to move on with his life. Don't we all? I suggested he see how it goes between now and the holidays. Nope. Not possible. I suggested he see how she likes Long Island. Nope. Why wait to find out? Just pop the question and take it from there. Now I have learned that waiting isn't necessarily the best thing in all situations, but when he is tethered to the Island and has no idea if she is willing to move "for love", then waiting may be good. Eight weeks won't hurt, will they?
That's when he proposed to me. ??? I said "You just professed your love for another woman. I can't be anybody's #2." He pointed out that he had not yet proposed, so technically I was not #2.......BIG stretch there, buddy. And that we get along, want the same tihngs, have fun together......yadda yadda yadda..........Not the way to win this woman over. PLUS I am not the "virtual marrying type". If someone is going to ask me such a question, do it to my face. Blah.
I'm all for getting on with life. He and I both want to be married (just I don't want to be married to him...or anyone that wants to do it just for the sake of saying they have a spouse) and we both want kids, but this is not the way. Even I know that. Yes, even in my state of depression, desperation, and despair, I know that much.
I just found the whole conversation odd, weird (but things with JW are usually), and a bit unsettling. I tried to play it off as a joke, but I think I may have hurt his feelings. I don't want to do that, but I don't want to get caught up in any weirdo fantasy that doesn't really have me as the starring role. Besides, if I wanted fantasy, Cowboy & I'd be "living on love" since he is broke & I work for the Patch.
Friday, October 26, 2007
When Will I Stop Scorching My Wings On That Damn Flame?
So Cowboy is one day in to his drive back across country. My heart? Is broken. All over again. Why? I don't know. All I know is that I can not help who I have feelings for. I wish it wasn't him. I pray each night that it's not him. But, it's him. And he is a screw-up. Big time. And I do not need his drama, lame attempts at nothing, nor his fantasy land wishful lifestyle. But I do need him.
I've tried. Goodness knows I've tried. Tried to get over him. Tried to block him out of my life. Tried to be friends with him. Tried going to bars and lounges and concerts and activities to meet others. Tried online dating to meet others (just had scary encounters and nightmares from that !). Tried being fixed up with people. Tried throwing myself into my work (a whole other box of scary with that one).
Thought I was going to try and work back to being with him. My heart did that all in one glance when I got off of the plane and saw him.
I try not to be drawn to him. I am, though.
I don't want lectures. I don't want pity. I don't want reassurance.
I just want a smile and to know that my friends will still be there to just go and hang out..........get coffee........go to bars..... and remind me why I am supposed to be happy being single. Because that is what I am.
And reality is beginnng to suck.
I've tried. Goodness knows I've tried. Tried to get over him. Tried to block him out of my life. Tried to be friends with him. Tried going to bars and lounges and concerts and activities to meet others. Tried online dating to meet others (just had scary encounters and nightmares from that !). Tried being fixed up with people. Tried throwing myself into my work (a whole other box of scary with that one).
Thought I was going to try and work back to being with him. My heart did that all in one glance when I got off of the plane and saw him.
I try not to be drawn to him. I am, though.
I don't want lectures. I don't want pity. I don't want reassurance.
I just want a smile and to know that my friends will still be there to just go and hang out..........get coffee........go to bars..... and remind me why I am supposed to be happy being single. Because that is what I am.
And reality is beginnng to suck.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
In Limbo
I can't stand it. My life is at crossroads in so many ways. Let's start with the job. Tuesday night was bad. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. I was practically in tears not wanting to get up and go to work on Wednesday. I just had this feeling that the aggravation was going to hit hard & fast. But, morning came & like a good little doobie, I went in and did what I had to do. However, I was not in the building five minutes when I heard "Grotter! You HAVE to fill out those forms!" (sidenote: the forms I have to fill out were given to us in August. They are a set of 'what I did last year' and 'what i plan to do this year'.) I filled them out ages ago and submitted them. In late 2006 through August of 2007, I did not go back to school nor did I take any type of class to continue my education. I also did not do any kind of community service. Why? I have no clue. No time. I donated money, clothes, presents, school supplies, and all sorts of other things when I saw drives came about, but I did not go to my local soup kitchen to serve. So, my chair kicked it back to me telling me it was not completely filled out. I read it over and resubmitted it. I can not lie and say I did things that I did not do. She kicked it back again. I said that this is how it has to be because I do not have material to verify/support any other actions. I thought it was done.
Back to yesterday with the "HAVE to fill out forms"..........she continued "I'm getting angry and you don't want me to have to yell. You don't want to see my other side. I'm a Gemini and my other side is not nice!" Now, I may have been slightly amused if this had been in her office between the two of us. But it wasn't. I was a few feet away by the secretary's desk and she was in her office. This was a more stern tone than I have heard her use before. So, no kidding or sarcasm in there at all. Faculty were walking by and heard this. Students walked by and heard this. How can one be so unprofessional. And I do not take lightly to threats. So I had to walk near her door and say "I understand dual signs. I'm a Pisces and have another side, too. And you don't want to see that side, either."
Then, last night, I was speaking with the Accounting man & his boss came over. Now, the boss has no use for me. He will talk with people with whom I am standing with and not look me in the eye once. He was on the whole "Online Ethics" course we had to take or we'd be fired. I said to him "How ethical is it to threaten to fire people for not having completed an online ethics training earlier than the date set by the corporation?" He said "I'm not going to reply to that. However, I am telling my people, next time, that it is due a month earlier and if they don't finish it then I will fire them." WHAT????? Are you serious? These people are nuts.
I need OUT.
On to the Western front and my Cowboy dilemma. I miss him. A lot. I want this to work. I had all of these ideas about the holidays and thought it could be good. Then he tells me that he's thinking of moving back to Portland. My heart dropped. He had just told me repeatedly, before I got to Columbus, while I was in Columbus, and since I have returned from there, that he misses me and wants us to be together. Somehow, I got sucked in. Sad to say, he was one of the better ones I have dated....even with the dating these past eight months....he was the best. Sad. Yes. True. Very. I can't help it. And now here he is saying he thinks he wants to go back. Why? Its been three months and his job is not paying enough. His living situation is not what it should be. All his own fault. I pointed that out. I have been telling him since he got the job he has that it was supposed to be a temporary thing so that he'd have money to find another job. He didn't listen. The living situation is his doing. He's in a motel. Like an Extend Stay set-up. Why? His friend's, that he was staying with, lease was up at the end of Sept. That guy & his roommate moved out at the end of August & told Cowboy he could stay until the end of Sept. Cowboy was going to get his own apartment. Then the parents dangled the idea of them buying a house there and letting him rent from them. Financially he thought it would be a smart move, so he has been doing the extend stay deal since. Then the boss & he had a disagreement on the job. So he has not been given hours. So he has no money. And can't afford to stay in the extend more than another week or two. And it's easier to run back to home than it is to stick this out. I saw a TON of job postings while I was there. So many major companies are located there. Headquarters for Abercrombie and Limited are there and both have openings. Even OSU has openings he could apply for.
But its easier to run home. Its easier to get jobs that high shcool kids and people with no diplomas can get. Responsibility is too frightening. Becoming an adult is too much. Fulfilling promises requires too much effort. So run home. That's the answer. He was able to do the hardest thing by himself: move away from home. He went all of way to Ohio by himself. He knew his original place would be temporary. He knew he'd have to live alone and make it by himself. But those are pretty easy to do once you've driven 2000+ miles away from family.
And everything he promised me..............just words. That's all he has to offer. And I am back to where I had been before I saw him. Lost and alone.
To sum this up: no job and no man. Limbo with what to do with my life.
Yuck.
Back to yesterday with the "HAVE to fill out forms"..........she continued "I'm getting angry and you don't want me to have to yell. You don't want to see my other side. I'm a Gemini and my other side is not nice!" Now, I may have been slightly amused if this had been in her office between the two of us. But it wasn't. I was a few feet away by the secretary's desk and she was in her office. This was a more stern tone than I have heard her use before. So, no kidding or sarcasm in there at all. Faculty were walking by and heard this. Students walked by and heard this. How can one be so unprofessional. And I do not take lightly to threats. So I had to walk near her door and say "I understand dual signs. I'm a Pisces and have another side, too. And you don't want to see that side, either."
Then, last night, I was speaking with the Accounting man & his boss came over. Now, the boss has no use for me. He will talk with people with whom I am standing with and not look me in the eye once. He was on the whole "Online Ethics" course we had to take or we'd be fired. I said to him "How ethical is it to threaten to fire people for not having completed an online ethics training earlier than the date set by the corporation?" He said "I'm not going to reply to that. However, I am telling my people, next time, that it is due a month earlier and if they don't finish it then I will fire them." WHAT????? Are you serious? These people are nuts.
I need OUT.
On to the Western front and my Cowboy dilemma. I miss him. A lot. I want this to work. I had all of these ideas about the holidays and thought it could be good. Then he tells me that he's thinking of moving back to Portland. My heart dropped. He had just told me repeatedly, before I got to Columbus, while I was in Columbus, and since I have returned from there, that he misses me and wants us to be together. Somehow, I got sucked in. Sad to say, he was one of the better ones I have dated....even with the dating these past eight months....he was the best. Sad. Yes. True. Very. I can't help it. And now here he is saying he thinks he wants to go back. Why? Its been three months and his job is not paying enough. His living situation is not what it should be. All his own fault. I pointed that out. I have been telling him since he got the job he has that it was supposed to be a temporary thing so that he'd have money to find another job. He didn't listen. The living situation is his doing. He's in a motel. Like an Extend Stay set-up. Why? His friend's, that he was staying with, lease was up at the end of Sept. That guy & his roommate moved out at the end of August & told Cowboy he could stay until the end of Sept. Cowboy was going to get his own apartment. Then the parents dangled the idea of them buying a house there and letting him rent from them. Financially he thought it would be a smart move, so he has been doing the extend stay deal since. Then the boss & he had a disagreement on the job. So he has not been given hours. So he has no money. And can't afford to stay in the extend more than another week or two. And it's easier to run back to home than it is to stick this out. I saw a TON of job postings while I was there. So many major companies are located there. Headquarters for Abercrombie and Limited are there and both have openings. Even OSU has openings he could apply for.
But its easier to run home. Its easier to get jobs that high shcool kids and people with no diplomas can get. Responsibility is too frightening. Becoming an adult is too much. Fulfilling promises requires too much effort. So run home. That's the answer. He was able to do the hardest thing by himself: move away from home. He went all of way to Ohio by himself. He knew his original place would be temporary. He knew he'd have to live alone and make it by himself. But those are pretty easy to do once you've driven 2000+ miles away from family.
And everything he promised me..............just words. That's all he has to offer. And I am back to where I had been before I saw him. Lost and alone.
To sum this up: no job and no man. Limbo with what to do with my life.
Yuck.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Congrats to KDP!
KDP has been trying to buy a home of her won for a long time now. She finally found one back in late June. She was supposed to sign the papers and close the beginning of September. It didn't happen. Then she was supposed to close mid-September. It didn't happen. Let's just say this has gone on for a few weeks now.
Anywhoo..........yesterday, at 2:30pm, KDP finally signed those coveted papers & is now a proud homeowner with a beachy view!
All my best on this new adventure!
Anywhoo..........yesterday, at 2:30pm, KDP finally signed those coveted papers & is now a proud homeowner with a beachy view!
All my best on this new adventure!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Sunday Back-Up Plan
Ever since going in to the city to party it up for Crak's birthday, I have been texting with the Detective. If you remember, he & I met up at Stout back in May with Crak along for the show. He was okay....nice & all......but a one-upper. We decided to meet at Cozymels & he continued to brag the entire time. Tre' insecure.
Anyway, I thought I saw him patrolling Penn that night &, buzzin' like a fool, texted him. Well, that started a whole "texting friendship" that I would have been more than happy to avoid. He wants to get together. For about a month now. Always for a drink. Always on a Sunday night. I keep pointing out that I am not up for Sunday night cocktails. I work a 15-hr day Monday. I meet up with KDP many a Sunday night to chat & rehash the weekend.
I wanted to know if Sundays were best for him for some reason. So I texted "Why Sundays?" He sent it back "I thought that was best for you." I replied "No. I would prefer Thursdays through Saturdays. Is Sunday your only day off during the weekend?" His response: "No. I am off Friday through Sunday."
I left it at that. I am not somebody's fall-back plan on a weekend. There's no way I want some guy to prowl the weekend away and then, if nothing comes of it, think of me for Sunday night. Why? So he has some story to tell the guys at work? Forget it.
He called while I was in Columbus. He left a message saying he didn't know if I was still away or back or what & wanted to see if I wanted to get together. Sunday night.
So, I text him. Yes. I'm still away. Columbus is really nice. Having fun.
He sends it back "Yeah.....great city. I passed through it on my way to Cincinatti. I saw it from the Interstate."
So that's how its a great city? You drove past it? Again, everything with him is a "I've done that" scenario. His job. His car. His trips. Let him keep doing it without me.
I am not a fall-back plan.
Anyway, I thought I saw him patrolling Penn that night &, buzzin' like a fool, texted him. Well, that started a whole "texting friendship" that I would have been more than happy to avoid. He wants to get together. For about a month now. Always for a drink. Always on a Sunday night. I keep pointing out that I am not up for Sunday night cocktails. I work a 15-hr day Monday. I meet up with KDP many a Sunday night to chat & rehash the weekend.
I wanted to know if Sundays were best for him for some reason. So I texted "Why Sundays?" He sent it back "I thought that was best for you." I replied "No. I would prefer Thursdays through Saturdays. Is Sunday your only day off during the weekend?" His response: "No. I am off Friday through Sunday."
I left it at that. I am not somebody's fall-back plan on a weekend. There's no way I want some guy to prowl the weekend away and then, if nothing comes of it, think of me for Sunday night. Why? So he has some story to tell the guys at work? Forget it.
He called while I was in Columbus. He left a message saying he didn't know if I was still away or back or what & wanted to see if I wanted to get together. Sunday night.
So, I text him. Yes. I'm still away. Columbus is really nice. Having fun.
He sends it back "Yeah.....great city. I passed through it on my way to Cincinatti. I saw it from the Interstate."
So that's how its a great city? You drove past it? Again, everything with him is a "I've done that" scenario. His job. His car. His trips. Let him keep doing it without me.
I am not a fall-back plan.
What are you a card-carrying member of?
My mom told me a story today of a woman who attends our church and her experience in the dating world. She had been married for 7 years & it turned sour. Quite early apparently. The man only had a job for 3 months over the seven years they were married. UGH! LOSER!
So she divorced him and stayed single for a year. Then people began setting her up & she went out on dates. One here. Two there. Never leading to anything.
She went to Barnes & Noble one day to look at a book of literature from the 16th century. Pretty odd & yet oh so specific, right? And a man began chatting with her about the book. He had read it & found it quite interesting! He then asked if she wanted to go get coffee. She figured, why not? It's daylight. It's coffee. She had her car & keys. There'd be witnesses. And he was interested in the same obscure literature she was. Could be a match!
So they went to get coffee & had a great time talking. After an hour and a half of pleasantries, he asked if she'd like to exchange numbers. She said fine. He pulls out two cards. One was his phone number.....his business card. The other? His S&M card. Yup! He's a card-carrying S&M man.
Who does that?
Needless to say she has sworn off dating completely. Is there any hope for any of us?
So she divorced him and stayed single for a year. Then people began setting her up & she went out on dates. One here. Two there. Never leading to anything.
She went to Barnes & Noble one day to look at a book of literature from the 16th century. Pretty odd & yet oh so specific, right? And a man began chatting with her about the book. He had read it & found it quite interesting! He then asked if she wanted to go get coffee. She figured, why not? It's daylight. It's coffee. She had her car & keys. There'd be witnesses. And he was interested in the same obscure literature she was. Could be a match!
So they went to get coffee & had a great time talking. After an hour and a half of pleasantries, he asked if she'd like to exchange numbers. She said fine. He pulls out two cards. One was his phone number.....his business card. The other? His S&M card. Yup! He's a card-carrying S&M man.
Who does that?
Needless to say she has sworn off dating completely. Is there any hope for any of us?
The Farm's Verdict
I have been waiting with baited breath for some response from the former Eng. chair at the Farm. He observed me last Wednesday.....the night of Shecky's.......and I was panicked beyond belief. I don't mind people sitting in on my classes, but I freaked out with this one.
I ran into FC in the doorway of the building Monday and he was very eager to tell me that I had done well. He said that there is a lot of "positive buzz" about me on that campus. I asked how that is possible since I am only an adjunct & breeze in and out rather fast twice a week. He said "Just as students gossip about teachers, full-timers gossip about adjuncts". EEK!
He complimented me the entire time. He even said that he could learn quite a bit from taking my class. I almost passed out. Right there. And I told him that. I said that it has been ages since I had one nice thing said about my skills as a professor.....as a professional even.....and this was such a shock.
I had all to do to not cry on the man. And then I ran to my class. Many of my students had passed through the door where he & I had been standing and they asked, eagerly I might add, how I did. I told them that he was happy & he even said that they are a nice group of students. He did. They felt good, too! I explained to them how it feels to be observed. A few said that if they had to go through what I did, they'd just not show up. I was so wound up that I had to put my head on the desk for a minute. They laughed along wiht me & gave me a minute to compose myself.
Oh....it felt so good, if even for an af ernoon, to have someone genuinely compliment me.
I ran into FC in the doorway of the building Monday and he was very eager to tell me that I had done well. He said that there is a lot of "positive buzz" about me on that campus. I asked how that is possible since I am only an adjunct & breeze in and out rather fast twice a week. He said "Just as students gossip about teachers, full-timers gossip about adjuncts". EEK!
He complimented me the entire time. He even said that he could learn quite a bit from taking my class. I almost passed out. Right there. And I told him that. I said that it has been ages since I had one nice thing said about my skills as a professor.....as a professional even.....and this was such a shock.
I had all to do to not cry on the man. And then I ran to my class. Many of my students had passed through the door where he & I had been standing and they asked, eagerly I might add, how I did. I told them that he was happy & he even said that they are a nice group of students. He did. They felt good, too! I explained to them how it feels to be observed. A few said that if they had to go through what I did, they'd just not show up. I was so wound up that I had to put my head on the desk for a minute. They laughed along wiht me & gave me a minute to compose myself.
Oh....it felt so good, if even for an af ernoon, to have someone genuinely compliment me.
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I was the lucky person trying to take off in Thursaday's storm that ripped through the east coast. Roads were flooded & shut down. Tornado warnings stretched from Long Beach to Garden City. Pounding rain & driving winds made for a chaotic commute. Accidents everywhere.
I taught my class from 5:40- until 6:30, pushed them into the library to work on an essay, and tore out of the building fifteen minutes later than I should have left. I raced home....on flooded streets that could have swallowed my car........darted into the house to change & grab my suitcase & begin the long drive to LGA.
We chugged along the Northern State, passing accident after accident. It took so long to get there. However, I still arrived by 7:45. A whole fifteen minutes before my plane would begin boarding.
Now, I had checked online to see if my plane was delayed or cancelled. I checked numerous times before going to Briar. I had my family checking while I was at Briar. I checked one more time before getting into the car to head off to the airport. I called the airlines to listen to a recording that told me my flight was still scheduled for 8:29pm. I walk into the terminal and jump on the line & strain to see the monitors for "Departing Flights" and I see that my flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:15pm. Great! My luggage will still make it on the plane.
I went to Gate 2. I sat for twenty minutes. I hear announcement on top of announcement (literally. I had no clue what anyone was saying because two people insisted on making different announcements at the same time. This then became cause for numbers of people to go up to the counter and ask "What?") I heard my gate was now switched to #5. Okay. No biggie. I head to #5 and sat. For twenty minutes (again). Something just seemed weird because my flight, which had been posted on their board at Gate 5, was no longer listed. Did I miss the boarding? Is that possible while sitting right there at the gate? I went up to the attendants and asked where my flight number was supposed to be. They snickered and said "Gate 7". I said "Ummm.....I had been told 5 awhile ago." They smiled (that sneer) and said "No. You're at Gate 7". I start walking over to Gate 7, wondering how I could get single digits wrong, when I hear an announcement saying that my flight has just been moved to a new Gate. Thanks....losers.
We ended up taking off at 10:30. The flight was a bit bumpy and we had a HUGE dip in altitude, but nothing major. I landed in one piece around 12:15am.
I got off the plane and the first person I saw was Cowboy. He hasn't changed. Well, he has in subtle ways. His torso is broader.....a bit more substance to it. Not skinny like he had been, but he's still smaller than he probably should be. And no longer are there dark rings under his eyes. Apparently drugs will do that to you & stopping usage takes them away. We hugged. Hard. And in a matter of five minutes.......finding my luggage......it was as if we never missed a beat. I had my best friend back in my life.
We rode back to where he is staying in his very own Mazda 6. This is the first car HE completely owns since I have known him. Its all blue & pretty. We got back to his place & pretty much crashed. We laid there & he said "Can I have a hug?" I said sure & we hugged for a long time.
The next morning I bounced him out of bed so that we could grab Cracker Barrell for breakfast & then start the hr+ drive to Longaberger Baskets. I was so excited to go! We chit-chatted the entire day away...never missing a step as we did. We got back pretty late from the Basket place & decided to go to this gorgeous outdoor mall in Easton. I had to get Bearamy his souvenier shirt. And, what else would he have to have but the Ohio State University tshirt! Yeah...everyone wears OSU gear...or school colors.......or some sort of support. We were the only two people NOT in some form of red, silver, or white. Sad, but true. We walked around a bit, but it was cold & I was so tired. So we grabbed Panera soup for dinner & crashed around 10:30/11ish.
The next day was back to that Easton Center. They had a locally grown/locally made fair taking place & I wanted to see this in the daylight. We strolled through as if time had not passed for either of us. Still tired, we went back to his place & napped for a couple of hours. Then it was off to find a place to eat dinner. Olive Garden was his choice.....it had been the first palce we went together back in 2002, so it just seemed fitting. We ate & then headed down to "Campus". That's the OSU territory. Where all bars are located. Where everyone was in OSU apparel. Why? Because there had been a game earlier that day.......let me point out that their games are bigger than professional league games. Literally EVERYONE comes out for the game. The city of Columbus may as well shut down for the day because of the game. So we partied it up with OSU-colored people.
Still pretty tired, we went back and, once again crashed.
Sunday rolled around too fast for me & it was time to get back to the airport. We talked. A lot. He explained some of the things that happened between us. He explained some of his choices over the last year. He is truly sorry for everything that has happened & is trying to work on getting his life back on track. I forgive him. Not for him. But for me. I need to move on with the hurt & pain. I need to be able to deal with it. I still want him in my life.......in some capacity. How? I'm not sure. I do know he will always be my best friend. That won't change. But I am not sure I want or need more than friendship.
So while the trip was good in that I did not cry, did not get arrested for assaulting him in the airport, and did not have to jump back on a plane immediately because it was too painful, I am still left in limbo.
With time, I'll figure it out.
I taught my class from 5:40- until 6:30, pushed them into the library to work on an essay, and tore out of the building fifteen minutes later than I should have left. I raced home....on flooded streets that could have swallowed my car........darted into the house to change & grab my suitcase & begin the long drive to LGA.
We chugged along the Northern State, passing accident after accident. It took so long to get there. However, I still arrived by 7:45. A whole fifteen minutes before my plane would begin boarding.
Now, I had checked online to see if my plane was delayed or cancelled. I checked numerous times before going to Briar. I had my family checking while I was at Briar. I checked one more time before getting into the car to head off to the airport. I called the airlines to listen to a recording that told me my flight was still scheduled for 8:29pm. I walk into the terminal and jump on the line & strain to see the monitors for "Departing Flights" and I see that my flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:15pm. Great! My luggage will still make it on the plane.
I went to Gate 2. I sat for twenty minutes. I hear announcement on top of announcement (literally. I had no clue what anyone was saying because two people insisted on making different announcements at the same time. This then became cause for numbers of people to go up to the counter and ask "What?") I heard my gate was now switched to #5. Okay. No biggie. I head to #5 and sat. For twenty minutes (again). Something just seemed weird because my flight, which had been posted on their board at Gate 5, was no longer listed. Did I miss the boarding? Is that possible while sitting right there at the gate? I went up to the attendants and asked where my flight number was supposed to be. They snickered and said "Gate 7". I said "Ummm.....I had been told 5 awhile ago." They smiled (that sneer) and said "No. You're at Gate 7". I start walking over to Gate 7, wondering how I could get single digits wrong, when I hear an announcement saying that my flight has just been moved to a new Gate. Thanks....losers.
We ended up taking off at 10:30. The flight was a bit bumpy and we had a HUGE dip in altitude, but nothing major. I landed in one piece around 12:15am.
I got off the plane and the first person I saw was Cowboy. He hasn't changed. Well, he has in subtle ways. His torso is broader.....a bit more substance to it. Not skinny like he had been, but he's still smaller than he probably should be. And no longer are there dark rings under his eyes. Apparently drugs will do that to you & stopping usage takes them away. We hugged. Hard. And in a matter of five minutes.......finding my luggage......it was as if we never missed a beat. I had my best friend back in my life.
We rode back to where he is staying in his very own Mazda 6. This is the first car HE completely owns since I have known him. Its all blue & pretty. We got back to his place & pretty much crashed. We laid there & he said "Can I have a hug?" I said sure & we hugged for a long time.
The next morning I bounced him out of bed so that we could grab Cracker Barrell for breakfast & then start the hr+ drive to Longaberger Baskets. I was so excited to go! We chit-chatted the entire day away...never missing a step as we did. We got back pretty late from the Basket place & decided to go to this gorgeous outdoor mall in Easton. I had to get Bearamy his souvenier shirt. And, what else would he have to have but the Ohio State University tshirt! Yeah...everyone wears OSU gear...or school colors.......or some sort of support. We were the only two people NOT in some form of red, silver, or white. Sad, but true. We walked around a bit, but it was cold & I was so tired. So we grabbed Panera soup for dinner & crashed around 10:30/11ish.
The next day was back to that Easton Center. They had a locally grown/locally made fair taking place & I wanted to see this in the daylight. We strolled through as if time had not passed for either of us. Still tired, we went back to his place & napped for a couple of hours. Then it was off to find a place to eat dinner. Olive Garden was his choice.....it had been the first palce we went together back in 2002, so it just seemed fitting. We ate & then headed down to "Campus". That's the OSU territory. Where all bars are located. Where everyone was in OSU apparel. Why? Because there had been a game earlier that day.......let me point out that their games are bigger than professional league games. Literally EVERYONE comes out for the game. The city of Columbus may as well shut down for the day because of the game. So we partied it up with OSU-colored people.
Still pretty tired, we went back and, once again crashed.
Sunday rolled around too fast for me & it was time to get back to the airport. We talked. A lot. He explained some of the things that happened between us. He explained some of his choices over the last year. He is truly sorry for everything that has happened & is trying to work on getting his life back on track. I forgive him. Not for him. But for me. I need to move on with the hurt & pain. I need to be able to deal with it. I still want him in my life.......in some capacity. How? I'm not sure. I do know he will always be my best friend. That won't change. But I am not sure I want or need more than friendship.
So while the trip was good in that I did not cry, did not get arrested for assaulting him in the airport, and did not have to jump back on a plane immediately because it was too painful, I am still left in limbo.
With time, I'll figure it out.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Columbus-Bound.....Remind Me Why?
So Cowboy had asked repeatedly for me to visit. I had postponed because I didn't have time or money or I had other events that I was not about to miss. Two weeks ago I found amazing flights to Columbus, so I called and asked if he still wanted me to visit. Sure! He seemed happy.
Seemed being the operative word.
Since that time, phone calls have been less frequent. Excuses of "being tired" and "having to work" have come up regularly. We spoke for 10 minutes on Sunday and like three on Monday. That's it. I have not talked to him at all about anything real....significant........or pointless.
It seems that now I am going to visit, he has no need to call or try to talk to me about things other than work and hanging out with the guys. Yeah, that's the extent of the convesations. I ask him questions and he responds. He doesn't ask me. So he has no idea how my day is or how an outing with KDP, Crak, and the Blonde has gone. It's as if there's no interest.
So, I am hesitant to get on that plane tonight. I'm going with no expectations except to see him and see how I feel when I see him. I may be home Friday. Who knows.
But, if anyone wants to call me this weekend....be my guest! I'll probably enjoy the conversation since my host doens't seem to have much to say to begin with,
Seemed being the operative word.
Since that time, phone calls have been less frequent. Excuses of "being tired" and "having to work" have come up regularly. We spoke for 10 minutes on Sunday and like three on Monday. That's it. I have not talked to him at all about anything real....significant........or pointless.
It seems that now I am going to visit, he has no need to call or try to talk to me about things other than work and hanging out with the guys. Yeah, that's the extent of the convesations. I ask him questions and he responds. He doesn't ask me. So he has no idea how my day is or how an outing with KDP, Crak, and the Blonde has gone. It's as if there's no interest.
So, I am hesitant to get on that plane tonight. I'm going with no expectations except to see him and see how I feel when I see him. I may be home Friday. Who knows.
But, if anyone wants to call me this weekend....be my guest! I'll probably enjoy the conversation since my host doens't seem to have much to say to begin with,
Reactivating "The Year of the Buzz"
Last night KDP & I attended the ever-popular "Girls' Night Out" at the Puck Building. This was a much anticipated event and I was hoping it'd be just as good as the last two.
I originally wanted to let my 3:30 class out early so I could run home, change, eat, and get to the train without falling on my face. Then I got the email that I was being observed by the former chair of the dept. and there's no way I could get away with letting my group out early.
great
Now I'd be nervous & wound up all day anticipating this observation. The EngDoc came & sat in the back, smiled and said he'd try not to talk to the classmates & be disruptive. I had told him that I'd only be teaching about half the time because the other half was a research paper workshop. I was hoping he'd get bored & leave.
Nope.
He stayed. Until 4:45. Thanks. My three girls that are so disruptive were their typical selves and may have ruined my ob. for me. And, as usual, when you have to be somewhere NOW don't they all stay AFTER to ask questions? Could they have asked while EngDoc was there? NO!
So I did my best & then ran like the wind (well...okay.....I ran like an exhausted Grotter who'd been wearing heels all day & just had a big shot watch her try to maintain order) to my car to drive like a nut to get home.
I made it home just in time to jump into jeans and fly back out the door. The escalator wasn't working at the station so I had to "haul ass" up that too. I did end up falling into my seat on the train and had to take a few minutes to catch my breathe.
I found KDP at 6:20 in Penn and we were off to grab the D to head over to Lafayette. We made it there without incident & hustled into the Puck Building.
Ah! Drinks! We did a quick once around in the place and found the bar where we'd had such a good time in March. I asked some cute (but curly-haired...I'm not a fan of...personal preference) bartender to serve us. I asked him for something sweet...and true to form he said "Besides me?" Sober, I flirted mercilessly with him. KDP & I then walked away and sucked that baby down so fast because neither of us had eaten nor did we have anything to drink. A Grotter haulin' ass becomes a very thirsty Grotter. We did one aisle and made it back to the bar for Round 2. More terrible flirting. Shameless. But I had to do it.
I won't go any further but I will say that five drinks is all I managed. I have done eight at the last two events so I am quite disappointed in myself. The goody bags were just okay. Not even close to as good as the prior bags. I did get a cutie little tank for $7. The bartender asked if he could see it. Oooo.....we also scored free flip flops from some new line coming out at Macys. He wanted to see those, too. We told him to go get a pair for his girlfriend. He said he's single. Hmmmmm................well.................nah. I didn't bother. They are supposed to flirt with the women. And I was now buzzed. Buzzed
We made it home a bit after 11....... weak, I know. But I have been out of sync for a while and this may be just what I need to get me back into the Year of the Buzz!
I originally wanted to let my 3:30 class out early so I could run home, change, eat, and get to the train without falling on my face. Then I got the email that I was being observed by the former chair of the dept. and there's no way I could get away with letting my group out early.
great
Now I'd be nervous & wound up all day anticipating this observation. The EngDoc came & sat in the back, smiled and said he'd try not to talk to the classmates & be disruptive. I had told him that I'd only be teaching about half the time because the other half was a research paper workshop. I was hoping he'd get bored & leave.
Nope.
He stayed. Until 4:45. Thanks. My three girls that are so disruptive were their typical selves and may have ruined my ob. for me. And, as usual, when you have to be somewhere NOW don't they all stay AFTER to ask questions? Could they have asked while EngDoc was there? NO!
So I did my best & then ran like the wind (well...okay.....I ran like an exhausted Grotter who'd been wearing heels all day & just had a big shot watch her try to maintain order) to my car to drive like a nut to get home.
I made it home just in time to jump into jeans and fly back out the door. The escalator wasn't working at the station so I had to "haul ass" up that too. I did end up falling into my seat on the train and had to take a few minutes to catch my breathe.
I found KDP at 6:20 in Penn and we were off to grab the D to head over to Lafayette. We made it there without incident & hustled into the Puck Building.
Ah! Drinks! We did a quick once around in the place and found the bar where we'd had such a good time in March. I asked some cute (but curly-haired...I'm not a fan of...personal preference) bartender to serve us. I asked him for something sweet...and true to form he said "Besides me?" Sober, I flirted mercilessly with him. KDP & I then walked away and sucked that baby down so fast because neither of us had eaten nor did we have anything to drink. A Grotter haulin' ass becomes a very thirsty Grotter. We did one aisle and made it back to the bar for Round 2. More terrible flirting. Shameless. But I had to do it.
I won't go any further but I will say that five drinks is all I managed. I have done eight at the last two events so I am quite disappointed in myself. The goody bags were just okay. Not even close to as good as the prior bags. I did get a cutie little tank for $7. The bartender asked if he could see it. Oooo.....we also scored free flip flops from some new line coming out at Macys. He wanted to see those, too. We told him to go get a pair for his girlfriend. He said he's single. Hmmmmm................well.................nah. I didn't bother. They are supposed to flirt with the women. And I was now buzzed. Buzzed
We made it home a bit after 11....... weak, I know. But I have been out of sync for a while and this may be just what I need to get me back into the Year of the Buzz!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
How Dumb Is Mr. Italy?
No, that is not the opening of a joke. However, he truly is one in his own right. He imed me early this morning. He said he's tried calling me several times. And yet, amazing that my phone does not ring with his number. Hmmmmmm. He said that the first time he called it an asian woman answered the phone. Well, that's not me. And now he tells me that I have a message saying "Hey! Leave one!" When would I ever say that on a message? Yeah. I know.
And so begins the whole "why do you think I don't want to see you?" bit. So sad. I know he doesn't want to hang out because any guy intersted in a woman can get a number (from a computer im) correct. And since this has gone on how many times over the last year(?) I just don't get it. I mean I know its a game but can't figure out why he won't admit its a game.
Weird.
Here's the im conversation:
Italy: hey. how's it going?
me: good
Italy: i called you the other day & an asian woman answered. it was so weird.
me: then you still don't have my number right
Italy: no because it said "hey. leave one"
me: nope
Italy: it sounds exactly like you!
(keep in mind we have not spoken in over a year.......he has no idea what I sound like)
me: I don't say things like "leave one"
Italy: Do you not want to hear from me? What are you doing today?
me: working
Italy: Do you wanna meet up for lunch?
me: Fine
Italy: Be excited. I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?
me: Where are you (expecting a 5-borough locale)
Italy: Mineola
me: oh
Italy: Would you mind coming towards me? Where do youwant to meet up?
me: Pick a place & let me know
Italy: Okay that's fine
me: Have a good one and maybe I'll see you later
Italy: you too....hope to see you later
Lengthy pause
me: And you still have yet to ask for my correct number or give me your's. So
do you see how serious this 'meeting up' thing really is? bye
Italy: will I be able to get a hello kiss.........
(I did not reply seeing as he is so full of___________)
Italy: I take your silence as a yes!
And then he signed off. Why? What? Huh?
And so begins the whole "why do you think I don't want to see you?" bit. So sad. I know he doesn't want to hang out because any guy intersted in a woman can get a number (from a computer im) correct. And since this has gone on how many times over the last year(?) I just don't get it. I mean I know its a game but can't figure out why he won't admit its a game.
Weird.
Here's the im conversation:
Italy: hey. how's it going?
me: good
Italy: i called you the other day & an asian woman answered. it was so weird.
me: then you still don't have my number right
Italy: no because it said "hey. leave one"
me: nope
Italy: it sounds exactly like you!
(keep in mind we have not spoken in over a year.......he has no idea what I sound like)
me: I don't say things like "leave one"
Italy: Do you not want to hear from me? What are you doing today?
me: working
Italy: Do you wanna meet up for lunch?
me: Fine
Italy: Be excited. I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?
me: Where are you (expecting a 5-borough locale)
Italy: Mineola
me: oh
Italy: Would you mind coming towards me? Where do youwant to meet up?
me: Pick a place & let me know
Italy: Okay that's fine
me: Have a good one and maybe I'll see you later
Italy: you too....hope to see you later
Lengthy pause
me: And you still have yet to ask for my correct number or give me your's. So
do you see how serious this 'meeting up' thing really is? bye
Italy: will I be able to get a hello kiss.........
(I did not reply seeing as he is so full of___________)
Italy: I take your silence as a yes!
And then he signed off. Why? What? Huh?
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Elodie ROCKS! (aka: The Best Shut Down Ever!)
I had the most awesome time watching this week's episode of "The Hills". Why? Elodie. I have liked her from Day One that she entered the picture. She comes across as smart, thoughtful, and has a great sense of style.
Bolthouse had an opening for events director and Elodie mentioned this to Heidi (aka....waste of space). She pointed out that she has been there close to three years and felt that she had proven herself worthy on numerous occassions. Heidi's wheels started turning & she belived that being there 2 years qualified her to run for the position as well. Ofcourse, weasel Spencer was more than happy to encourage her to apply for the job.
Shocker! Heidi got it. Poor Elodie.
Anyway--back to this week's episode. Heidi arrived and work, plopped down on a couch next to Elodie & started griping about running into Lauren the night before & how its so weird that Lauren won't talk to her but she'll go to dinner with her ex boyfriend. E. listens to this drivel & then turns to Heidi and says "Why is it that you and Lauren aren't friends anymore? What did you do to her?" Cut to Heidi's shocked face. E. continues "And weren't you friends with Audrina? And she doesn't talk to you anymore either, right? And what about Whitney? You aren't friends with her anymore, are you? Its so sad that you don't even know what you do. I have to get back to work now. Bye!" And Elodie just turns back to the papers infront of her, leaving Heidi dumbfounded sitting there next to her.
SO AWESOME! It's about time someone put Heidi in her place.
Bolthouse had an opening for events director and Elodie mentioned this to Heidi (aka....waste of space). She pointed out that she has been there close to three years and felt that she had proven herself worthy on numerous occassions. Heidi's wheels started turning & she belived that being there 2 years qualified her to run for the position as well. Ofcourse, weasel Spencer was more than happy to encourage her to apply for the job.
Shocker! Heidi got it. Poor Elodie.
Anyway--back to this week's episode. Heidi arrived and work, plopped down on a couch next to Elodie & started griping about running into Lauren the night before & how its so weird that Lauren won't talk to her but she'll go to dinner with her ex boyfriend. E. listens to this drivel & then turns to Heidi and says "Why is it that you and Lauren aren't friends anymore? What did you do to her?" Cut to Heidi's shocked face. E. continues "And weren't you friends with Audrina? And she doesn't talk to you anymore either, right? And what about Whitney? You aren't friends with her anymore, are you? Its so sad that you don't even know what you do. I have to get back to work now. Bye!" And Elodie just turns back to the papers infront of her, leaving Heidi dumbfounded sitting there next to her.
SO AWESOME! It's about time someone put Heidi in her place.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"...I mentioned the bisque"
Pilot Inspector and I were supposed to go out Saturday night. I didn't want to go but agreed. He called on Friday to cancel, as he had come down with a cold. Yippee! Not that he was sick, mind you. But now I didn't have to 1. suffer through a date I didn't want or 2. have to come up with a way to cancel out.
He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.
Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.
He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."
So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)
The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.
The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.
I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.
But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.
I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?
He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.
Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.
He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."
So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)
The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.
The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.
I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.
But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.
I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?
Three Reasons Why You Should See "Sydney White"
1. Amanda Bynes is funny.
2. Her love interest, Tyler Prince, is hot.
3. Amanda Bynes is funny.
2. Her love interest, Tyler Prince, is hot.
3. Amanda Bynes is funny.
Friday, September 21, 2007
The Farm & The Briar Patch
Here's how it works:
Mondays and Wednesdays are chaos. My first class is at the Farm at 8am. It runs until 9:15 and then, after asnwering students' questions that they didn't ask during class, I drive over to the Patch. There, I take care of office hours....of which students will never use so I can make tests and get grading done.......and I teach at 11:40. At 1, I let the group go, inhale lunch, put in the attendance & make sure I am out of the buidling before 1:30. Otherwise I will not make it to the 2:00 class back at the Farm. I have two classes back-to-back and then at 5:00 I race home to scarf down something that is supposed to be dinner and then run to the Patch to teach a 5:40 and an 8:15.
At the Farm, where I have all freshman, it is amazing. My 8am group are there. Only about three trickle in by 8:03. Not 8:10. Not 8:20. 8:03 is when the entire class is there with books open, notebooks at the ready, and pens uncapped.
I can say the same for my two afternoon classes. They are all on time for the afternoon hours. They are ready.
The work ethic is something out of a teaching textbook. They do the work. I mean they actually do the entire assignment. No gripes. No "Why?", "Are you serious?", or "When do you want me to do this because I ain't got time..." crap.
My EG 1 classes had to bring in their rough drafts for a first essay this past Wednesday. I did not announce it. The directions had been on the syllabus from Day One. I did not remind them, did not reread it to them, and did not post any announcements on a website for them. Combined, of the 55 students, only five came without it. The other fifty had it typed & ready to go. Those that didn't were so embarassed, asked to leave, and promised me a great essay on Monday.
The EG001 group completes all activities in a chapter. Even if I said only do certain ones. They are quick to provide answers, allowing me the luxury of never calling on anyone. When they get it wrong, another who got it right tries to explain the answer. ?????????????????????? It's like I am in a dream.
Then the nightmare begins. My EG 2 class in the Patch whined about 'having to reeeeeaaaaaaaaad". They 'don't wanna'. Hey~it's a literature class. What do you think is involved? Why bother attending college if you don't want to do the work?
At the Farm, they are all brand new. Freshman status. Mixed ethnicities. From all areas of LI and the 5 boroughs. Same at the Patch. So why such discrepencies in their attitudes and behaviors? Why such opposite work ethic?
Last night took the cake. I was teaching a 5:40 of my own & had to cover for a brand new adjunct. The ad. was out Tuesday and I went in, told the class to read Chapter 11, and sign the attendance. Some were thrilled that he was not present, saying 'he ain't got no clue what he's doin'". I said it was not polite to say such things & pointed out that he already passed EG1 and they have yet to do so.
Last night I went in and told them to answer the five questions at the end of an essay within that same chapter, as well as write a one-page descritpion from a selection at the end of the chapter. "Why?" "What's this for?" "We didn't read that essay. It wasn't part of the chapter." I pointed out that it is in the chapter and when an entire chapter is assigned, one must read the whole chapter. It is not at their discretion to decide what's important and what isn't.
They argued that they didn't know the vocabulary. I said that is their own fault for not defining it before coming to class. They gave the whole list: don't have time, don't own a dictionary, don't have a computer to look it up on dictionary.com, had other work to do, and the one said she's homeless and I can't expect anything of her.
So I said "How can you afford $15k a year if you are homeless? Yet you can't afford a $7 dictionary? Or to go to a library?" She repleis with "So what? You sayin' if I ain't got no home I can't go to college?" I pointed out that one should attend where they can afford. I couldn't have afforded the Patch when I went to school & I selected schools by how much I could afford to pay. Nevermind that she has brand new highlights, $100 jeans on, and a fancy phone with (I bet) a hefty bill each month. But can't afford a $7 dictionary?
It was such a waste. They did the work half-heartedly. They goofed off. One student came to me complaining that he couldn't do the work with the music playing and the phones ringing. And, keep in mind that these are adults. People who work all day. People who we think are mature and responsible.
Pathetic.
Mondays and Wednesdays are chaos. My first class is at the Farm at 8am. It runs until 9:15 and then, after asnwering students' questions that they didn't ask during class, I drive over to the Patch. There, I take care of office hours....of which students will never use so I can make tests and get grading done.......and I teach at 11:40. At 1, I let the group go, inhale lunch, put in the attendance & make sure I am out of the buidling before 1:30. Otherwise I will not make it to the 2:00 class back at the Farm. I have two classes back-to-back and then at 5:00 I race home to scarf down something that is supposed to be dinner and then run to the Patch to teach a 5:40 and an 8:15.
At the Farm, where I have all freshman, it is amazing. My 8am group are there. Only about three trickle in by 8:03. Not 8:10. Not 8:20. 8:03 is when the entire class is there with books open, notebooks at the ready, and pens uncapped.
I can say the same for my two afternoon classes. They are all on time for the afternoon hours. They are ready.
The work ethic is something out of a teaching textbook. They do the work. I mean they actually do the entire assignment. No gripes. No "Why?", "Are you serious?", or "When do you want me to do this because I ain't got time..." crap.
My EG 1 classes had to bring in their rough drafts for a first essay this past Wednesday. I did not announce it. The directions had been on the syllabus from Day One. I did not remind them, did not reread it to them, and did not post any announcements on a website for them. Combined, of the 55 students, only five came without it. The other fifty had it typed & ready to go. Those that didn't were so embarassed, asked to leave, and promised me a great essay on Monday.
The EG001 group completes all activities in a chapter. Even if I said only do certain ones. They are quick to provide answers, allowing me the luxury of never calling on anyone. When they get it wrong, another who got it right tries to explain the answer. ?????????????????????? It's like I am in a dream.
Then the nightmare begins. My EG 2 class in the Patch whined about 'having to reeeeeaaaaaaaaad". They 'don't wanna'. Hey~it's a literature class. What do you think is involved? Why bother attending college if you don't want to do the work?
At the Farm, they are all brand new. Freshman status. Mixed ethnicities. From all areas of LI and the 5 boroughs. Same at the Patch. So why such discrepencies in their attitudes and behaviors? Why such opposite work ethic?
Last night took the cake. I was teaching a 5:40 of my own & had to cover for a brand new adjunct. The ad. was out Tuesday and I went in, told the class to read Chapter 11, and sign the attendance. Some were thrilled that he was not present, saying 'he ain't got no clue what he's doin'". I said it was not polite to say such things & pointed out that he already passed EG1 and they have yet to do so.
Last night I went in and told them to answer the five questions at the end of an essay within that same chapter, as well as write a one-page descritpion from a selection at the end of the chapter. "Why?" "What's this for?" "We didn't read that essay. It wasn't part of the chapter." I pointed out that it is in the chapter and when an entire chapter is assigned, one must read the whole chapter. It is not at their discretion to decide what's important and what isn't.
They argued that they didn't know the vocabulary. I said that is their own fault for not defining it before coming to class. They gave the whole list: don't have time, don't own a dictionary, don't have a computer to look it up on dictionary.com, had other work to do, and the one said she's homeless and I can't expect anything of her.
So I said "How can you afford $15k a year if you are homeless? Yet you can't afford a $7 dictionary? Or to go to a library?" She repleis with "So what? You sayin' if I ain't got no home I can't go to college?" I pointed out that one should attend where they can afford. I couldn't have afforded the Patch when I went to school & I selected schools by how much I could afford to pay. Nevermind that she has brand new highlights, $100 jeans on, and a fancy phone with (I bet) a hefty bill each month. But can't afford a $7 dictionary?
It was such a waste. They did the work half-heartedly. They goofed off. One student came to me complaining that he couldn't do the work with the music playing and the phones ringing. And, keep in mind that these are adults. People who work all day. People who we think are mature and responsible.
Pathetic.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
WTF Is With The Men?
Okay....I have to calm down. I am so wound up it isn't funny!
Let's start with the Marine: haven't heard from him since Sunday. Good! Then today I get an 'im':
Marine: "how are ya hun?"
me: "hi"
Marine: "so did you make out with anyone at Mccanns? Listen I heard you said I was being shady so I wanted to tell you that..."
and then he goes in to some personal story about his mom and all. Whatever. It doesn't explain him hanging out on weekends but not calling and making/keeping plans with me.
So I finally sent back "Does it matter what I did Saturday night? Let it go."
Marine: "Well, I want to make out with you. So much for your morals. You try and
be all innocent."
Me: "Why bother? Why are you doing this? Just drop it."
Marine: "Well, when you tell your friends I am shady it gets back to me. You
wanted to know why so I am telling you. You are over analyzing this."
Me: "I didn't tell my friends anything. Crak read the texts. She must have
told Babymaker. And it was all your words, not mine."
Marine: "Well, whatever. Hun, don't be like that. Just stop."
Me: "Okay. Bye!"
And I logged off. Doesn't the moron text me: "You over analyze. Have fun at McCanns"
I took a shower. I let it go. I then emailed him brielfy:
"I am not overanalyzing anything. I let it go. You said you wanted to be left
alone so I did just that. You are the one putting words into my mouth. Not
me. You are the one speculating. Not me. You want to talk? You have
something to say? Call. Stop the texting and iming."
And I ended it.
THE LAWYER:
Remember the lawyer who badgered me about plagiarism at the college level, showed up 1/2 hour late to our 'date', wanted to meet in a sauna instead, and then when I said it wouldn't work out he agreed because he "likes to work out and I don't"?
He emailed me Wednesday: "How are you?"
I sent it back Thursday: "Doing well. Yourself?"
He fields it back with :"Good. Really busy with work. Had a great summer"
Email #2 said "What's your #? I'll call you."
I sent it back with : "We chatted before. You have my cell. That was way back in
March. Does this ring a bell?"
Lawyer: "I recall. I have a new cell. I lost all the old numbers."
Me: "Hi Lawyer~
I am glad you are well and had a good summer. I did, also. It may be nice to chat again, but I do not think anything would work out between us. So, while your request is nice, I do not think it is something to pursue. Best of luck~ Grotter"
Two emails come back this morning saying:
#1 "Ok. I think I should move to Southern California. Good Luck."
#2 "Yes, I recall now. You felt it wouldn't work out because you were the only one in your family to go to college and that most of my family are professionals. Your family is all here in NY. My family is in California. I was laid back. You were very high strung. I think I also recall you wanted a blue collar man. Yes, it definately won't work out. Sorry to have contacted you. I forgot. Best wishes."
You know I can't let that one slide by:
"Ummm....no. You don't remember truths, do you Counselor? It wouldn't have worked out because you couldn't stick with the plan. You showed up 40 minutes late. You were wishy-washy about going to Florida and asked me twice to go with you. When I rejected twice, you begrudgingly said I could have my own room.
I don't go away with me I do not know.
You were not laid back. You were nervous and clumsy. You talked about flying and people disappearing in to the Bermuda Triagle. I was tired. I had taught from 8am til 8pm. I was coming from wotk with a plan to buy a book I needed. I wanted to leave a half hour after waiting for you, but found it to be in poor manners. So I waited.
You said you were taller than you are. You claim to have blonde hair but it's quite dark. And balding...yet you overlooked that entirely.
You emailed me after the date to ask me what type of cuisine I enjoy and when I asked why you said it was to make plans for dinenr for us the following week. I said thank you but it wouldn't work out. You didn't understand why, as I was what you were looking for. I said thank you but (kind let down) since you have family in Cali & were planning on moving there & I wanted to stay in NY, it was not really worth it. You then agreed and said it wouldn't work out because you like to work out and I don't.
So, the whole 'family insult' is sweet and all......plus that reference to the blue collars (who have more class at this point)....but, Lawyer, it won't work out because of how you treated me, lied, and couldn't hold a conversation without putting words in my mouth or attacking me.
Good luck with what you called the desperate California women who 'grab your hand because you are a hot commodity out there'. Maybe they will overlook poor manners and insults. Degrees can not buy you social grace and class. Remember that."
I'm on a role,people. Try and stop me!
Let's start with the Marine: haven't heard from him since Sunday. Good! Then today I get an 'im':
Marine: "how are ya hun?"
me: "hi"
Marine: "so did you make out with anyone at Mccanns? Listen I heard you said I was being shady so I wanted to tell you that..."
and then he goes in to some personal story about his mom and all. Whatever. It doesn't explain him hanging out on weekends but not calling and making/keeping plans with me.
So I finally sent back "Does it matter what I did Saturday night? Let it go."
Marine: "Well, I want to make out with you. So much for your morals. You try and
be all innocent."
Me: "Why bother? Why are you doing this? Just drop it."
Marine: "Well, when you tell your friends I am shady it gets back to me. You
wanted to know why so I am telling you. You are over analyzing this."
Me: "I didn't tell my friends anything. Crak read the texts. She must have
told Babymaker. And it was all your words, not mine."
Marine: "Well, whatever. Hun, don't be like that. Just stop."
Me: "Okay. Bye!"
And I logged off. Doesn't the moron text me: "You over analyze. Have fun at McCanns"
I took a shower. I let it go. I then emailed him brielfy:
"I am not overanalyzing anything. I let it go. You said you wanted to be left
alone so I did just that. You are the one putting words into my mouth. Not
me. You are the one speculating. Not me. You want to talk? You have
something to say? Call. Stop the texting and iming."
And I ended it.
THE LAWYER:
Remember the lawyer who badgered me about plagiarism at the college level, showed up 1/2 hour late to our 'date', wanted to meet in a sauna instead, and then when I said it wouldn't work out he agreed because he "likes to work out and I don't"?
He emailed me Wednesday: "How are you?"
I sent it back Thursday: "Doing well. Yourself?"
He fields it back with :"Good. Really busy with work. Had a great summer"
Email #2 said "What's your #? I'll call you."
I sent it back with : "We chatted before. You have my cell. That was way back in
March. Does this ring a bell?"
Lawyer: "I recall. I have a new cell. I lost all the old numbers."
Me: "Hi Lawyer~
I am glad you are well and had a good summer. I did, also. It may be nice to chat again, but I do not think anything would work out between us. So, while your request is nice, I do not think it is something to pursue. Best of luck~ Grotter"
Two emails come back this morning saying:
#1 "Ok. I think I should move to Southern California. Good Luck."
#2 "Yes, I recall now. You felt it wouldn't work out because you were the only one in your family to go to college and that most of my family are professionals. Your family is all here in NY. My family is in California. I was laid back. You were very high strung. I think I also recall you wanted a blue collar man. Yes, it definately won't work out. Sorry to have contacted you. I forgot. Best wishes."
You know I can't let that one slide by:
"Ummm....no. You don't remember truths, do you Counselor? It wouldn't have worked out because you couldn't stick with the plan. You showed up 40 minutes late. You were wishy-washy about going to Florida and asked me twice to go with you. When I rejected twice, you begrudgingly said I could have my own room.
I don't go away with me I do not know.
You were not laid back. You were nervous and clumsy. You talked about flying and people disappearing in to the Bermuda Triagle. I was tired. I had taught from 8am til 8pm. I was coming from wotk with a plan to buy a book I needed. I wanted to leave a half hour after waiting for you, but found it to be in poor manners. So I waited.
You said you were taller than you are. You claim to have blonde hair but it's quite dark. And balding...yet you overlooked that entirely.
You emailed me after the date to ask me what type of cuisine I enjoy and when I asked why you said it was to make plans for dinenr for us the following week. I said thank you but it wouldn't work out. You didn't understand why, as I was what you were looking for. I said thank you but (kind let down) since you have family in Cali & were planning on moving there & I wanted to stay in NY, it was not really worth it. You then agreed and said it wouldn't work out because you like to work out and I don't.
So, the whole 'family insult' is sweet and all......plus that reference to the blue collars (who have more class at this point)....but, Lawyer, it won't work out because of how you treated me, lied, and couldn't hold a conversation without putting words in my mouth or attacking me.
Good luck with what you called the desperate California women who 'grab your hand because you are a hot commodity out there'. Maybe they will overlook poor manners and insults. Degrees can not buy you social grace and class. Remember that."
I'm on a role,people. Try and stop me!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Happy Singles Week
It is National Singles Week & I think I am supposed to celebrate.
Celebrate that I am a single woman.
Celebrate the fact that I do not need a man to be a whole person
Celebrate the fact that I do not sit home waiting for a phone call...I go out with
other fancy-free single gals to enjoy the weekend.
Celebrate the notion that I'm 'still young and have time'.
Celebrate that I am 'drama free' without a man.
Yippee.
And then Z100 states the number of 'straight singles' in the world:
109 million women
98 million men
The odds are not good.
Celebrate that I am a single woman.
Celebrate the fact that I do not need a man to be a whole person
Celebrate the fact that I do not sit home waiting for a phone call...I go out with
other fancy-free single gals to enjoy the weekend.
Celebrate the notion that I'm 'still young and have time'.
Celebrate that I am 'drama free' without a man.
Yippee.
And then Z100 states the number of 'straight singles' in the world:
109 million women
98 million men
The odds are not good.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Just When I Thought The Battle Was Over
I get a text at 3pm from the Marine. All is said was "feeling better?" I did not & will not reply, but shouldn't he ask himself that question? He's the nasty moron who attacked me. Stupid.
I'm Done
I have looked for a man for a few months now. I have found liars and irresponsible guys, but that is about it. I am tired. I have had no luck. I am not going to do this to msyelf anymore. I am going to be happy being single and alone. Don't ak me about the Match Men. Don't ask if I got to meet anyone in a bar/restaurant/on the train because I won't be engaging.
The whole process has been too exhausting. And disappointing. Grotter in going to put herself on the shelf.
The whole process has been too exhausting. And disappointing. Grotter in going to put herself on the shelf.
The Marine Ignites An All-Out Text War
Last night Crak, KDP, Prettybird, the Blonde & I gathered at McCanns in Massapequa Park. This has become our new gatehring place as it is easy for us to all get to & its not completely on the other side of the island.
We were there for three hours & nothing happened. No guys to talk with, no good drinks, and no good stories to swap. I am in need of a good kiss and since the Marine & I have not been able to link up, I texted him to come out so we could kiss.
He said he was at a party but wanted me to go there to see him. I sent it back "nevermind" seeing as I was not about to go to an unknown location to hang with a guy I don't know well. Maybe I'm silly, but my safety is important to me.
At 12:30 he sent me a text asking if I changed my mind. I said no and that I had my fun & was headed home. He sent it back "Figures". So I sent it back "What does that mean?" wanting to know why he'd send that. I then fell asleep.
At 3 am I see that he sent "Does it matter?" So I said "Yeah, I'd like to know." At 3:23 am he sends "We should meet up." I replied with "So make plans. YOushould still respond." "Hun, i have no excuse for my shadiness...just a lot of bad s** at the same time" "So whylie? U hound me with texts for two weeks to go out. I try to set up stuff & youblow me off. Typical guy." He said "Yeah, typical guy then".
I sent "And you never answered the original text anyway. Don't worry hun (bc thats what he sends to me often & I asked him not to as we've gone out once) no big deal. have a good night." "K. good job being selfish. go 2 sleep now n thin abuot how guys suck." "Ur the one saying negative stuff towards me. Dont put this on me. I tried to make plans. I contacted youto try n go out. again, no big deal." "K. i have 2 friends die in one week. have some fu*** compassion"
Ummm.......this is where I got lost. He has said he was out at parties eachtime. He said he was with his Navy buddy who just got back from the service. Now its two people died?
"Not once did you call or text to say that. N every time I have contacted you your out & invite me so think of how it seems fromthis side of things." "Sorry I dont cry to someone I went out with once" "Didnt say to...I dont do drama. I'm saying be honest. N now u have tried to put this on me rather than explain what youmeant or what happened. Enough texting. Good night." "heh. K. ur obviously all about you" "Whatever youhave to tell yourself to not take responsibility"
This is when I shut my phone off. And yet I wake up to this: "Why should I feel responsible for coping with this sh**? Leave me alone."
Was planning on it. He doesn't get it. He sent me such probing....too intimate texts for two weeks of what am I looking for and the kind of guy he is & will be if we go out....and I'd say I just want to go out and have fun. Movies, dinner, dirnks, walking on the beach.....just to go out & have a good time. But one thing we talked about was communicating & here he didn't. He's texted me a few times at 12 in the morning to come hangout & I never respond because its too weird. I don't just get up & go to hang with a guy at midnight when I don't know him well. It was becoming clear to me taht I was good to contact at odd hours of the night to hang out but that would be it. So I thought I'd use him in the way he wanted to use me. And this is what it broke into. Him saying he's at parties then its he had two friends die & I have no compassion.
Whatever.
We were there for three hours & nothing happened. No guys to talk with, no good drinks, and no good stories to swap. I am in need of a good kiss and since the Marine & I have not been able to link up, I texted him to come out so we could kiss.
He said he was at a party but wanted me to go there to see him. I sent it back "nevermind" seeing as I was not about to go to an unknown location to hang with a guy I don't know well. Maybe I'm silly, but my safety is important to me.
At 12:30 he sent me a text asking if I changed my mind. I said no and that I had my fun & was headed home. He sent it back "Figures". So I sent it back "What does that mean?" wanting to know why he'd send that. I then fell asleep.
At 3 am I see that he sent "Does it matter?" So I said "Yeah, I'd like to know." At 3:23 am he sends "We should meet up." I replied with "So make plans. YOushould still respond." "Hun, i have no excuse for my shadiness...just a lot of bad s** at the same time" "So whylie? U hound me with texts for two weeks to go out. I try to set up stuff & youblow me off. Typical guy." He said "Yeah, typical guy then".
I sent "And you never answered the original text anyway. Don't worry hun (bc thats what he sends to me often & I asked him not to as we've gone out once) no big deal. have a good night." "K. good job being selfish. go 2 sleep now n thin abuot how guys suck." "Ur the one saying negative stuff towards me. Dont put this on me. I tried to make plans. I contacted youto try n go out. again, no big deal." "K. i have 2 friends die in one week. have some fu*** compassion"
Ummm.......this is where I got lost. He has said he was out at parties eachtime. He said he was with his Navy buddy who just got back from the service. Now its two people died?
"Not once did you call or text to say that. N every time I have contacted you your out & invite me so think of how it seems fromthis side of things." "Sorry I dont cry to someone I went out with once" "Didnt say to...I dont do drama. I'm saying be honest. N now u have tried to put this on me rather than explain what youmeant or what happened. Enough texting. Good night." "heh. K. ur obviously all about you" "Whatever youhave to tell yourself to not take responsibility"
This is when I shut my phone off. And yet I wake up to this: "Why should I feel responsible for coping with this sh**? Leave me alone."
Was planning on it. He doesn't get it. He sent me such probing....too intimate texts for two weeks of what am I looking for and the kind of guy he is & will be if we go out....and I'd say I just want to go out and have fun. Movies, dinner, dirnks, walking on the beach.....just to go out & have a good time. But one thing we talked about was communicating & here he didn't. He's texted me a few times at 12 in the morning to come hangout & I never respond because its too weird. I don't just get up & go to hang with a guy at midnight when I don't know him well. It was becoming clear to me taht I was good to contact at odd hours of the night to hang out but that would be it. So I thought I'd use him in the way he wanted to use me. And this is what it broke into. Him saying he's at parties then its he had two friends die & I have no compassion.
Whatever.
Crak's Big Bash
Friday, Sept. 7th found The Blonde, Blonde's Brother, JP & me on a Manhattan bound train. Crak had decided to celebrate her birthday at the Anchor, a bar she reviewed back some time in February. And I tagged along.
The ride in was entertaining as BB & JP are funny to wtch & listen to. We met KDP in Penn while the Blonde inhaled two HUGE slices of pizza. Then it was off to figure out how to get to the subway platform for the C or the E train. It tooka bit of walking in circles, and one nauseating ride in the most unsanitary elevator, but we made it.
We just get out of the subway when Crak texts me that she is at a restaurant a few doors away from Anchor, as they are not yet open. ??? They said they'd be open at 9 and it was 9:15. So the five of us walked to it & sure enough, lights on but nobody's home. The guys decided to stop in at the Emerald Isle for a beer (because the 12-pack on the train & one 40 in Penn was clearly not enough). KDP, Blonde & I followed and sat on the softest stools one could imagine finding in a bar in Manhattan.
Crak arrived with the Scos, Fred, Fred's coworker/friend, and soon following were the Cali Girl & her friend Gay White Oprah, along with LL. We had a great time partying it up and running (literally next door) to see if Anchor opened.
When they did open at 10, Crak went in. Yup. We were the only ones in there. Can you say private party? But the place reaked of paint & was so empty that it was pointless. And we headed back to Emerald.
I will point out that BB is cute & I wonder why the Blonde has been hiding him from us all this time? He & I flirted a bit & when it was time to leave he said he wanted my number. I told him to get it from his sister. He yells to her "I'm getting her number" and she laughed and shrugged it off. He's a sociable guy who must get lots of numbers is all I can come up with.
KDP & I had to catch a 1:04 train otherwise she'd have to wait until 3am for the next one. And that was not an option. So we said our goodbyes & ran out of there.
We made it just in time for our train & both got home safely. I was wiped out & fell asleep so soon after hitting the pillow.
The next day I found a text from BB that said "Hey u." So I sent it back like 9 hours later. Oops. We then had a text dialogue for the next two days about nothing. Sweet.
Saturday night I was so not awake & yet I somehow drove to Crak's to give her presents. I was not about to wait a whole week to do so because it then doesn't have the same impact as it does the weekend of the birthday. Prettybird was there & the three of us sat and recapped life in general.
I had to leave too soon and its good that I did. I got home and was asleep moments later.
I hope Crak had a great birthday weekend & can't wait to do it again next year.
The ride in was entertaining as BB & JP are funny to wtch & listen to. We met KDP in Penn while the Blonde inhaled two HUGE slices of pizza. Then it was off to figure out how to get to the subway platform for the C or the E train. It tooka bit of walking in circles, and one nauseating ride in the most unsanitary elevator, but we made it.
We just get out of the subway when Crak texts me that she is at a restaurant a few doors away from Anchor, as they are not yet open. ??? They said they'd be open at 9 and it was 9:15. So the five of us walked to it & sure enough, lights on but nobody's home. The guys decided to stop in at the Emerald Isle for a beer (because the 12-pack on the train & one 40 in Penn was clearly not enough). KDP, Blonde & I followed and sat on the softest stools one could imagine finding in a bar in Manhattan.
Crak arrived with the Scos, Fred, Fred's coworker/friend, and soon following were the Cali Girl & her friend Gay White Oprah, along with LL. We had a great time partying it up and running (literally next door) to see if Anchor opened.
When they did open at 10, Crak went in. Yup. We were the only ones in there. Can you say private party? But the place reaked of paint & was so empty that it was pointless. And we headed back to Emerald.
I will point out that BB is cute & I wonder why the Blonde has been hiding him from us all this time? He & I flirted a bit & when it was time to leave he said he wanted my number. I told him to get it from his sister. He yells to her "I'm getting her number" and she laughed and shrugged it off. He's a sociable guy who must get lots of numbers is all I can come up with.
KDP & I had to catch a 1:04 train otherwise she'd have to wait until 3am for the next one. And that was not an option. So we said our goodbyes & ran out of there.
We made it just in time for our train & both got home safely. I was wiped out & fell asleep so soon after hitting the pillow.
The next day I found a text from BB that said "Hey u." So I sent it back like 9 hours later. Oops. We then had a text dialogue for the next two days about nothing. Sweet.
Saturday night I was so not awake & yet I somehow drove to Crak's to give her presents. I was not about to wait a whole week to do so because it then doesn't have the same impact as it does the weekend of the birthday. Prettybird was there & the three of us sat and recapped life in general.
I had to leave too soon and its good that I did. I got home and was asleep moments later.
I hope Crak had a great birthday weekend & can't wait to do it again next year.
The Pilot Inspector
The latest guy on the match site is one who works with the electronics of private planes. He seems nice & we agreed to meet up for a drink. He said he'd call me Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. KDP & I were at the Tanger Outlets when I got the call at 5:15pm. Hmmm......not afternoon, if you ask me, but I may be being picky.
He hadn't come up with a plan as he promised & he really wasn't too eager to make one, seeing as he had just woken up from a nap. I suggested we meet at Dave & Buster's for a drink around 8:00. He said that was good. Then it was "weelllllll........maybe 9 would be better. Yeah nine is good." I said "Why 9? What was wrong with 8?" I figure if he couldn't come up with a plan with a week's warning, then I would do it & that'd be it.
He was concerned that I wouldn't ge thome in time. Yeah, right. Concerned about someone he has never met driving home from Riverhead. I said "Fine. 8:30 is when I'll be there."
So I got all cutesyed up & went over to D&B. I saw a guy standing outside of the doors, looking for someone. I checked him out while I was approaching & the first thing I realized is taht he is 3/4 inches shorter than he claimed to be.
And thus begins the untruths for Pilot Inspector.
I said hello & the first thing he said was "Wow. You look good." Duh! I was in Citizens, a beige scoop top & copper heels. Was I supposed to look bad? I was a smidgen taller than him in my heels........realizing the lie in height.
We talked. For two and a half hours. It was nice but I felt no sparks. Not a one.
He walked me out to my car and said he 'really really wants to take me to dinner'. I said fine. We agreed he'd call me during the week and we'd make plans for the following weekend.
True to form, he called three days later. Hey buddy! You are not in high shcool. The three day rule is so 'game playing loser'. This is why he is 33 and single.
We talked. He said he wanted to go to dinner but forgot it was his buddy's wedding that weekend & he's in the wedding party. Alarm number two is now going off in my head. He forgot it was his friend's wedding? A guy who he's been friends with since high school? AND he's in the thing? Great.
So we said we'd try to do something. He calls the next day (Thursday) and realizes now that it isn't the wedding that weekend, but the bachelor party. Was I free Friday night? Nope...as it would be Crak's Birthday Extravaganza! He sounded disappointed but had the BP to look forward to on Satruday night. He said he'd call on Sunday.
And so he did. To ask about Crak's birthday. To tell me about the party. I asked a couple of questions and it went like this: It was good. We had a great dinner. It was so delicious! And then we had an open bar for two (maybe three) hours. SUch an awesome time. And it was only a hundred bucks a person." I siad that was pretty good & asked about teh restaurant. This si where it became more sketchy. "Oh, it was on 110 in Farmingdale."
That's all he said. So I probed, "The only restaurant I can think of that would cost that is FOUR. Were you there?" "ummm.......no. It was this place called Gossip." "Oh, so you went to a strip club? Why didn't you say so?" "Weeellllll, I wasn't sure how you'd react. So I figured it didn't matter."
Hello! It's a bachelor party & while I do not condone those activities, I don't know this guy & could care less where they had it. But, dude, just come out with it already.
And, the wedding he is in is this weekend.
I don't think I want to pursue this. He lied about his height...I would have met with him had he said 5'3". I don't like the fact that he tried to cover a strip club bachelor party. Like I care where he spends his time. And I am none too thrilled that he couldn't remember the dates of an important event that he was to participate in. Maybe I'm being picky, but these are just setting off bells & whistles all over the place.
He hadn't come up with a plan as he promised & he really wasn't too eager to make one, seeing as he had just woken up from a nap. I suggested we meet at Dave & Buster's for a drink around 8:00. He said that was good. Then it was "weelllllll........maybe 9 would be better. Yeah nine is good." I said "Why 9? What was wrong with 8?" I figure if he couldn't come up with a plan with a week's warning, then I would do it & that'd be it.
He was concerned that I wouldn't ge thome in time. Yeah, right. Concerned about someone he has never met driving home from Riverhead. I said "Fine. 8:30 is when I'll be there."
So I got all cutesyed up & went over to D&B. I saw a guy standing outside of the doors, looking for someone. I checked him out while I was approaching & the first thing I realized is taht he is 3/4 inches shorter than he claimed to be.
And thus begins the untruths for Pilot Inspector.
I said hello & the first thing he said was "Wow. You look good." Duh! I was in Citizens, a beige scoop top & copper heels. Was I supposed to look bad? I was a smidgen taller than him in my heels........realizing the lie in height.
We talked. For two and a half hours. It was nice but I felt no sparks. Not a one.
He walked me out to my car and said he 'really really wants to take me to dinner'. I said fine. We agreed he'd call me during the week and we'd make plans for the following weekend.
True to form, he called three days later. Hey buddy! You are not in high shcool. The three day rule is so 'game playing loser'. This is why he is 33 and single.
We talked. He said he wanted to go to dinner but forgot it was his buddy's wedding that weekend & he's in the wedding party. Alarm number two is now going off in my head. He forgot it was his friend's wedding? A guy who he's been friends with since high school? AND he's in the thing? Great.
So we said we'd try to do something. He calls the next day (Thursday) and realizes now that it isn't the wedding that weekend, but the bachelor party. Was I free Friday night? Nope...as it would be Crak's Birthday Extravaganza! He sounded disappointed but had the BP to look forward to on Satruday night. He said he'd call on Sunday.
And so he did. To ask about Crak's birthday. To tell me about the party. I asked a couple of questions and it went like this: It was good. We had a great dinner. It was so delicious! And then we had an open bar for two (maybe three) hours. SUch an awesome time. And it was only a hundred bucks a person." I siad that was pretty good & asked about teh restaurant. This si where it became more sketchy. "Oh, it was on 110 in Farmingdale."
That's all he said. So I probed, "The only restaurant I can think of that would cost that is FOUR. Were you there?" "ummm.......no. It was this place called Gossip." "Oh, so you went to a strip club? Why didn't you say so?" "Weeellllll, I wasn't sure how you'd react. So I figured it didn't matter."
Hello! It's a bachelor party & while I do not condone those activities, I don't know this guy & could care less where they had it. But, dude, just come out with it already.
And, the wedding he is in is this weekend.
I don't think I want to pursue this. He lied about his height...I would have met with him had he said 5'3". I don't like the fact that he tried to cover a strip club bachelor party. Like I care where he spends his time. And I am none too thrilled that he couldn't remember the dates of an important event that he was to participate in. Maybe I'm being picky, but these are just setting off bells & whistles all over the place.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Out Of Left Field
I was supposed to meet up with the Mechanic for a night out. He and I haven't seen eachother all summer and have not kept up much contact. I was giddy with the idea of hanging out, going out for a dirnk, and makin' out with him. He called me at 2:00 and said "Hey. Whatcha doin'? I said waiting to hear what the plan was. He began to bark at me saying "Why do you need a f**n plan? I thought we'd just chill at my place with a bottle of wine." Hmmm. That was not what I had in mind. He had said dinner and drinks. Now we've been reduced to hanging out like highschoolers with a bottle to share. Nope.
I said "I thought we were going out?" He said "Why can't we just do this? Come over. We'll have a drink and then see where it goes." I said I wanted to go out as we had originally planned. So, where did he want to go? "Why the f do you need to go out? Why can't we just see what happens? Why do you need an f**n plan?" And in the background a coworker says "Because she is a woman, that's why." He threw a fit. I said to forget it. I said that this was all too immature and I wasn't going to waste my time or his. So I hung up. He calls again and yells at me. I'd like to point out that we never had a relationship so this is way too pointless to get worked up over.
He texts me "Maybe this is why you are 32 and alone". I sent back "You are too immature and I am not doing this." He then called repeatedly for the next two hours. So I finally called him back and said that I was not going to hang out that night. He became upset and couldn't understand why I wouldn't come out. Even if he said he was sorry. I explained that I am not used to people speaking to me in the manner which he did & that he insulted me with the rude text. He still dodn't get it and asked again why was it I wouldn't hang out if he apologized.
I left it with I'd call him soon.
So I called up KDP & we headed out for shopping & icecream. On my way to see her, the Whiner called! He wanted to know what I was doing and if he could join. I pointed out I was with KDP (whom he went on a date with & then never called---LOSER) and we'd call him afer we were done at the mall.
I figured he'd never show up, and KDP said call him to join us at Coldstone. Which he did. Shocker! It was uncomfortable for about two minutes & then things flowed. I asked KDP afterwards how she ahndled it & she pointed out that I said he was afraid to actually get what he claims he wants ina woman & its his problem if he freaked, not her's.
Note: the icecream was delish!
I said "I thought we were going out?" He said "Why can't we just do this? Come over. We'll have a drink and then see where it goes." I said I wanted to go out as we had originally planned. So, where did he want to go? "Why the f do you need to go out? Why can't we just see what happens? Why do you need an f**n plan?" And in the background a coworker says "Because she is a woman, that's why." He threw a fit. I said to forget it. I said that this was all too immature and I wasn't going to waste my time or his. So I hung up. He calls again and yells at me. I'd like to point out that we never had a relationship so this is way too pointless to get worked up over.
He texts me "Maybe this is why you are 32 and alone". I sent back "You are too immature and I am not doing this." He then called repeatedly for the next two hours. So I finally called him back and said that I was not going to hang out that night. He became upset and couldn't understand why I wouldn't come out. Even if he said he was sorry. I explained that I am not used to people speaking to me in the manner which he did & that he insulted me with the rude text. He still dodn't get it and asked again why was it I wouldn't hang out if he apologized.
I left it with I'd call him soon.
So I called up KDP & we headed out for shopping & icecream. On my way to see her, the Whiner called! He wanted to know what I was doing and if he could join. I pointed out I was with KDP (whom he went on a date with & then never called---LOSER) and we'd call him afer we were done at the mall.
I figured he'd never show up, and KDP said call him to join us at Coldstone. Which he did. Shocker! It was uncomfortable for about two minutes & then things flowed. I asked KDP afterwards how she ahndled it & she pointed out that I said he was afraid to actually get what he claims he wants ina woman & its his problem if he freaked, not her's.
Note: the icecream was delish!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Chillin' Out, Maxin' Out, Relaxin All........
I finally had a chance to catch up with the Neighbor on a Thursday night. We met up for Chilis & had awesome salads. We unloaded a TON of stories on each other & just laughed and relaxed. Its always good. We can be totally ourselves together simply because I have known her literally all of her life. Weird, but true.
We were so aimless and had no real plans and decided to see what was playing at the local Loews theater. Great! I have not been to that particular theater since college and it was freaky to walk in there.
The 'Nanny Diaries' was playing in the next twenty minutes so we grabbed tickets & headed on in. I told her that this was the time for me to make a quick call to the Pilot, a guy I have been chatting with but have yet to make plans with. He likes to ramble about nothing important & it is so hard to get him off of the phone, so this was a great opportunity because I had no choice but to hang up in less than ten minutes. So I called & (as predicted) had the most boring.....most pointless conversation up to the beginning of the previews. At which the Neighbor laughed the entire time. Thanks!
The movie was good. I laughed & felt so sorry for the characters all at the same time. We left planning to see a another movie soon and to fill in the blanks on stories that began that night.
Don'tcha just luv relaxin' nites?
We were so aimless and had no real plans and decided to see what was playing at the local Loews theater. Great! I have not been to that particular theater since college and it was freaky to walk in there.
The 'Nanny Diaries' was playing in the next twenty minutes so we grabbed tickets & headed on in. I told her that this was the time for me to make a quick call to the Pilot, a guy I have been chatting with but have yet to make plans with. He likes to ramble about nothing important & it is so hard to get him off of the phone, so this was a great opportunity because I had no choice but to hang up in less than ten minutes. So I called & (as predicted) had the most boring.....most pointless conversation up to the beginning of the previews. At which the Neighbor laughed the entire time. Thanks!
The movie was good. I laughed & felt so sorry for the characters all at the same time. We left planning to see a another movie soon and to fill in the blanks on stories that began that night.
Don'tcha just luv relaxin' nites?
The Great Escape
Sunday night the Marine and I met up for coffee. He hounded me late Saturday night & then Sunday to find time for him, so I suggested Starbucks. We had a great time talking (for two hours) and laughing. Then we had a beter time kissing for a half hour outside. Yeah. Sweet. And then it was the request of him wanting to take me to dinner. Uh huh. I said call me during the week and we will set something up.
But then things changed.
Work stressed me out beyond belief. My chairperson had yet to get my schedule correct, they cancelled classes on me, said I had to attend some workshop thing in the next three days (that they just decided to create and force upon some of us) and then took classes away from me altogether. I was flipping out......and then Crak drops the bomb that she is quitting to take a new job. ACK!
The Marine was still texting me all random questions about past relationships, what was I looking for, and what do I want in a future mate......I felt like I was being interrogated.
Life was becoming a tornado that swept me up and insisted on spinning the sanity out of me.
KDP went to Ft. Lauderdale on Saturday morning & was begging me to join her. I didn't want to go, was too tired & stressed, and still had to teach summer classes.
Yup.
I couldn't handle the garbage anymore and last minute I bought a ticket to meet her down there. I arrived Wednesday afternoon & crashed. We did random activities there but it was so nice to go away and not tell anyone. I didn't bother to say much about it to anybody...I consider it my celebrity-ish retreat from all of the recognizing, neediness, and crazed scheduling.
If Paris can do it (without a job) why can't I with my so-called life?
But then things changed.
Work stressed me out beyond belief. My chairperson had yet to get my schedule correct, they cancelled classes on me, said I had to attend some workshop thing in the next three days (that they just decided to create and force upon some of us) and then took classes away from me altogether. I was flipping out......and then Crak drops the bomb that she is quitting to take a new job. ACK!
The Marine was still texting me all random questions about past relationships, what was I looking for, and what do I want in a future mate......I felt like I was being interrogated.
Life was becoming a tornado that swept me up and insisted on spinning the sanity out of me.
KDP went to Ft. Lauderdale on Saturday morning & was begging me to join her. I didn't want to go, was too tired & stressed, and still had to teach summer classes.
Yup.
I couldn't handle the garbage anymore and last minute I bought a ticket to meet her down there. I arrived Wednesday afternoon & crashed. We did random activities there but it was so nice to go away and not tell anyone. I didn't bother to say much about it to anybody...I consider it my celebrity-ish retreat from all of the recognizing, neediness, and crazed scheduling.
If Paris can do it (without a job) why can't I with my so-called life?
A Honu Experience
One day after the McCann's-Marine experience, Crak, Blonde & I headed over to Magees in Huntington. Why? Crak has a crush on (and a running bet with) the bartender there. We met up inside & not five minutes into recapping the previous night's events, some guy walks up to Crak and introduces himself. He says he thought she was pretty & wanted to talk to her but felt bad because he & his friends were leaving. He then asked for her number. Which she handed over.
Blonde then hears a voice that was too recognizable for her. And there's a guy fromher job. Awkward. So she decided to make the firs tmove and call him over. He introduced us to his (drunk) friends and we cahtted for a bit.
Magees was too empty (yet crowded with familiarity for Blonde) so we went to Honu to see what Saturday night action was kicking there. We literally walked in the door and some guy stepped between me & Blonde. He grinned at me and said hello. So I smiled back and said hi & walked around him to get to the girls.....who so graciously left me alone with this weirdo.
He came right over & said he saw me walk by and had to talk to me. So we chatted for a moment...........about who knows what because he was freaking me out..... and then he wondered why I didn't have a drink in my hands. I pointed out that I had just walked in before he pounced on me & he said "Oh yeah. So let me buy you a drink. What do you want?" I told him that my usual is the ever-famous coconut martini & he turns and orders it. I had my back to him when it was set on the bar & Crak said that he sipped it. So I whip around and say "Do you want a taste? Have you ever had one?" He said he'd never tried one and no, he didn't want to try it now. I was supposed to just enjoy it. I said "Well, my friend says you already sipped it. That's okay. Just say you did." He flat out denied even putting his lips to the glass. Whatever buddy. If Crak saw him sip it, then I will go with that.
The crowd there was just odd so we went back to Magees. Still empty. But three stools at the bar opened so we sat. I was introduced to Crak's crush--the Cherryman--and he set us up with a bunch of maraschino (hence the name) cherries. Sweet! He saw we were drinking water, so he says "How about a shot?" He whips up something and puts it infront of the three of us. We asked what it was & the response was 'pound cake'. ?? Umm........liquified pastry? Okay. So the three of us toss it back & Oh. My. Goodness. Liquid pound cake. Fantastic.
I left shortly after that, as the crowd was lame & I was tired.
I did get a whole text conversation on my ride home from the Marine. He's not big on talking on the phone, but he'll text a novella. Odd.
Blonde then hears a voice that was too recognizable for her. And there's a guy fromher job. Awkward. So she decided to make the firs tmove and call him over. He introduced us to his (drunk) friends and we cahtted for a bit.
Magees was too empty (yet crowded with familiarity for Blonde) so we went to Honu to see what Saturday night action was kicking there. We literally walked in the door and some guy stepped between me & Blonde. He grinned at me and said hello. So I smiled back and said hi & walked around him to get to the girls.....who so graciously left me alone with this weirdo.
He came right over & said he saw me walk by and had to talk to me. So we chatted for a moment...........about who knows what because he was freaking me out..... and then he wondered why I didn't have a drink in my hands. I pointed out that I had just walked in before he pounced on me & he said "Oh yeah. So let me buy you a drink. What do you want?" I told him that my usual is the ever-famous coconut martini & he turns and orders it. I had my back to him when it was set on the bar & Crak said that he sipped it. So I whip around and say "Do you want a taste? Have you ever had one?" He said he'd never tried one and no, he didn't want to try it now. I was supposed to just enjoy it. I said "Well, my friend says you already sipped it. That's okay. Just say you did." He flat out denied even putting his lips to the glass. Whatever buddy. If Crak saw him sip it, then I will go with that.
The crowd there was just odd so we went back to Magees. Still empty. But three stools at the bar opened so we sat. I was introduced to Crak's crush--the Cherryman--and he set us up with a bunch of maraschino (hence the name) cherries. Sweet! He saw we were drinking water, so he says "How about a shot?" He whips up something and puts it infront of the three of us. We asked what it was & the response was 'pound cake'. ?? Umm........liquified pastry? Okay. So the three of us toss it back & Oh. My. Goodness. Liquid pound cake. Fantastic.
I left shortly after that, as the crowd was lame & I was tired.
I did get a whole text conversation on my ride home from the Marine. He's not big on talking on the phone, but he'll text a novella. Odd.
I Can't Go Anywhere Without Being Recognized
I met Crak & the Blonde at McCann's on Friday night. I was running late & knew I had to run across the street in way too big heels to meet them inside. I crossed the street....trying not to break my neck.....and a car pulls over right next to me as I step onto the curb. "I was obligated to pull over when I saw you" is what I heard come from a young man in the driver's seat. I turned and said "excuse me?" And he says, again, "I was obligated to pull over when I saw you". "You were obligated to stop?" "Yes. What's your name? You look lke a woman who would use big words." I said I was too old for them but that the gesture was sweet. The passenger says "We're 25. How old are you?" I said it wasn't polite to ask a lady her age. They asked again & I said I was too old for them....a bit 'cougar' status. "Damn! Wait! So how old are you......and you look that good?"
I ran inside but not without realizing that the people smoking outside & the bouncers heard the exchange. Drat!
I find Crak & Blonde inside and barely make it to them to begin telling them what had just happened, when all of a sudden I have someone say in my ear "Is it wrong for a former student to buy his professor a shot?" I turn around and its the Marine from 3 years ago. I was taken aback because when I say I literally walked in to the place, I mean it. I had been in there all of 90 seconds! So I explain how I have never done a shot before and that it was a nice gesture but no thanks. He wasn't taking no for an answer so I did my first real shot. He got us soco & lime & I threw it back like a pro. I then talked with him a few minutes & said I had to get back to my friends because I had just walked in, but he was more than welcome to come find me later.
That apparently meant ten minutes later when he grabbed my hand & told me to pick out songs at the jukebox thingy. So we talked & I introduced him to Crak & Blonde. The Marine brought over his friend..the Babymaker (as he is 23 and has a 16-month old). We thought he wanted to talk to the Blonde, but it turns out he wanted Crak. Who doesn't?
Anyway, the Marine & I chatted away the evening, while the babymaker talked with Crak & Blonde. The Marine asked if he could take me to dinner sometime & I said it was a sweet idea but I am not so sure. I wanted to see how the rest of the evening went. He was a bit clingy (okay so he was very clingy). Example: he went outside to smoke ((I also said I gave up dating smokers but that didn't dissuade him) and I excused myself from the ladies to to to the ladies room. When I came nack my phone was going crazy with a text that said "where'd you go?" Umm...don't you see my friends still sitting where we had been hanging out for the last hour? Couldn't you have asked them? Or couldn't you just be patient?
So we hung out a bit more then he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek & said he had to get going. It was nice to see him. But it is getting harder and harder to go out and have a good time & not be spotted. I get spotted more than some celebrities & still don't make one-fifth of their income. Something's wrong here.
I think I am going to try a disguise one of these nights.
I ran inside but not without realizing that the people smoking outside & the bouncers heard the exchange. Drat!
I find Crak & Blonde inside and barely make it to them to begin telling them what had just happened, when all of a sudden I have someone say in my ear "Is it wrong for a former student to buy his professor a shot?" I turn around and its the Marine from 3 years ago. I was taken aback because when I say I literally walked in to the place, I mean it. I had been in there all of 90 seconds! So I explain how I have never done a shot before and that it was a nice gesture but no thanks. He wasn't taking no for an answer so I did my first real shot. He got us soco & lime & I threw it back like a pro. I then talked with him a few minutes & said I had to get back to my friends because I had just walked in, but he was more than welcome to come find me later.
That apparently meant ten minutes later when he grabbed my hand & told me to pick out songs at the jukebox thingy. So we talked & I introduced him to Crak & Blonde. The Marine brought over his friend..the Babymaker (as he is 23 and has a 16-month old). We thought he wanted to talk to the Blonde, but it turns out he wanted Crak. Who doesn't?
Anyway, the Marine & I chatted away the evening, while the babymaker talked with Crak & Blonde. The Marine asked if he could take me to dinner sometime & I said it was a sweet idea but I am not so sure. I wanted to see how the rest of the evening went. He was a bit clingy (okay so he was very clingy). Example: he went outside to smoke ((I also said I gave up dating smokers but that didn't dissuade him) and I excused myself from the ladies to to to the ladies room. When I came nack my phone was going crazy with a text that said "where'd you go?" Umm...don't you see my friends still sitting where we had been hanging out for the last hour? Couldn't you have asked them? Or couldn't you just be patient?
So we hung out a bit more then he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek & said he had to get going. It was nice to see him. But it is getting harder and harder to go out and have a good time & not be spotted. I get spotted more than some celebrities & still don't make one-fifth of their income. Something's wrong here.
I think I am going to try a disguise one of these nights.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
My Home Will NOT Have A Basement
For the second time in less than a month, I have spent the morning bailing out the basement. YUCK! I thought I loved having a basement. I wanted a home that had a place for me to hang out with people, put in an exercise machine, and sore all of the 'stuff' I accumulate. NOT ANYMORE! IFrom now on, if it has a basement, I will not even give it a second thought.
Monday, August 06, 2007
An Evening In Westchester
KDP is doing a whirlwind schedule where she is residing in Westchester for the next two weeks & is then off to Ft. Lauderdale for a week of r&r. She signed on, as she does every year, to work at a sleep away camp. That means she is on call 24 hours day. After a week of little communication, she called & said "Wanna meet at Palisades to get dinner?" Hmmmm.......a fun mall, crazy stories from KDP, and dinner. I'm there.
So I hauled it up to Palisades Saturday night & shopped while I waited for her to arrive. SHe got there & we ran to Chilis before either of us dropped from starvation. It was already 8pm at this point and I hadn't eatern in eight hours!
We just happened in on the night that the Miller Chill Girls were out in force at the restaurant. Not only did we have dinner, but we got tshirts, drink holders, and a free bottle of the new Miller Chill to try. I liked it......a Corona with no after-taste.
We wandered into the B&N up there until about 11pm and then I had the hour ride home. I left exhausted but laughing at all of the nonsense she had told me had gone on in just a few days at camp. Oh I'll miss her the next week & a half!
So I hauled it up to Palisades Saturday night & shopped while I waited for her to arrive. SHe got there & we ran to Chilis before either of us dropped from starvation. It was already 8pm at this point and I hadn't eatern in eight hours!
We just happened in on the night that the Miller Chill Girls were out in force at the restaurant. Not only did we have dinner, but we got tshirts, drink holders, and a free bottle of the new Miller Chill to try. I liked it......a Corona with no after-taste.
We wandered into the B&N up there until about 11pm and then I had the hour ride home. I left exhausted but laughing at all of the nonsense she had told me had gone on in just a few days at camp. Oh I'll miss her the next week & a half!
What's In A Name?
S3B bar is located somewhere in the far southern regions of Manhattan. Crak had to do a review & I was more than happy to tag along. We went on a Tuesday night, navigating the subways & then walking (endlessly) through the streets until we found it.
It's on the corner and has the ability to open both sides fully so that its an 'open-air' set up. The place? Was dead. The menu? Drinks that sounded organic and unrecognizable. It turns out their new look is one of infusion. What's being infused, I have no idea. But they are hapy with their process.
Crak called the werewolf, who came & brought his hottie roomate. Oh. So. Hot. Werewolf & HR were just what we needed. They netertained us the entire time. Not that Crak & I can't do this when its just the two of us, but I had met Werewolf before & thought he was a really nice guy to talk with & then saw what he lives with..................I had no thoughts. Too hot for me.
We drakn some truly expensive drinks......I thnink they ran us $14-18 a piece. For what? Infusion! Crak had eaten a piece of key lime pie that she raved about.
I never did find out what S3B stands for nor did I hook up woth HR, but, as always, I enjoyed touring the nether-regions of the city with Crak.
It's on the corner and has the ability to open both sides fully so that its an 'open-air' set up. The place? Was dead. The menu? Drinks that sounded organic and unrecognizable. It turns out their new look is one of infusion. What's being infused, I have no idea. But they are hapy with their process.
Crak called the werewolf, who came & brought his hottie roomate. Oh. So. Hot. Werewolf & HR were just what we needed. They netertained us the entire time. Not that Crak & I can't do this when its just the two of us, but I had met Werewolf before & thought he was a really nice guy to talk with & then saw what he lives with..................I had no thoughts. Too hot for me.
We drakn some truly expensive drinks......I thnink they ran us $14-18 a piece. For what? Infusion! Crak had eaten a piece of key lime pie that she raved about.
I never did find out what S3B stands for nor did I hook up woth HR, but, as always, I enjoyed touring the nether-regions of the city with Crak.
Hamptons Weekends Are So In
Sheckys had their Girls' Day Out in Southampton on Saturday. I found myself out there with KDP, Crak, Fred, & Pretty Bird. It was a gorgeous day in an infamous setting, with pretty things to look at, free alcohol, and more goody bags. Are you seeing a pattern here?
"How I Spent My Summer"
I attended anything that was hard to score tickets for that included free, unlimited alcohol & bags of fun stuff I'd never buy on my own.
That is the Summer of '07 for me.
We entered the grounds, got our event bracelets and a bottle of water to start. Then we grabbed our tickets and headed over to get our 'goody bags', which are the highlight of the event for me. I love to see what's in there that I'd never buy but am happy to have. Example? A fancy wooden hanger that would cost $3.50 if I bought one. Who pays $3.50 for a hanger? Apparently the Hamptons people. There was a contest where the prize was a flat iron for straightening your hair. I was propbably one of very few women there with naturally pin striaght hair & guess who won? Yup. Me. So. weird. But the thinkg costs $135 bucks so I plan on selling it on Craigs List or something.
We drank. A lot. Well, Crak & I did. Ironically we were the drivers for the day. I had a few Midori mixes (about 5), a bottle of the new Bacardi Razz, and two individual bottles of Korbel. Fred wanted to take 'paparazzi/red carpet' pictures in front of the Korbel sign, so Crak, Fred & I headed over to do just that. They came out great!
We stayed until 5 at the event & then headed over to have some dinner. We ate al fresco at a cute little place that has something for everyone. This was a good time for two of us to seriously sober up.
All in all, partying in the Hamptons on a random Saturday afternoon in the summer is so the lifestyle for me.
"How I Spent My Summer"
I attended anything that was hard to score tickets for that included free, unlimited alcohol & bags of fun stuff I'd never buy on my own.
That is the Summer of '07 for me.
We entered the grounds, got our event bracelets and a bottle of water to start. Then we grabbed our tickets and headed over to get our 'goody bags', which are the highlight of the event for me. I love to see what's in there that I'd never buy but am happy to have. Example? A fancy wooden hanger that would cost $3.50 if I bought one. Who pays $3.50 for a hanger? Apparently the Hamptons people. There was a contest where the prize was a flat iron for straightening your hair. I was propbably one of very few women there with naturally pin striaght hair & guess who won? Yup. Me. So. weird. But the thinkg costs $135 bucks so I plan on selling it on Craigs List or something.
We drank. A lot. Well, Crak & I did. Ironically we were the drivers for the day. I had a few Midori mixes (about 5), a bottle of the new Bacardi Razz, and two individual bottles of Korbel. Fred wanted to take 'paparazzi/red carpet' pictures in front of the Korbel sign, so Crak, Fred & I headed over to do just that. They came out great!
We stayed until 5 at the event & then headed over to have some dinner. We ate al fresco at a cute little place that has something for everyone. This was a good time for two of us to seriously sober up.
All in all, partying in the Hamptons on a random Saturday afternoon in the summer is so the lifestyle for me.
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