I had to say goodbye to MIU last night. We met up at Starbucks & sat for our last caramel macchiato together. He & Mr. Baseball leave for Cali. on Wednesday of next week. (insert tear here). I am sad to see him go as our friendship was growing & who is going to sit and tell me things about beer, hot sauce, and explain men? But the two of them are happy to set out on this new adventure & phase in their lives. I wish them well & at the same time envy them because they have eachother & are willing to take the risk. I don't have that risk-taker thing in me & wish I did at times. I'd probably still be with Cowboy if I had that quality.
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I got a message from Gameboy on Monday night. All it said was to call him back. So I did. I now had to leave him a message. He called back but I was asleep & left another telling me to call him. ??? He NEVER calls. I always have to call & he will call back. That's how it works with him. That is one of the things that annoyed me when we dated. Anyway, I decided to call him Tuesday morning on my way to work. I siad "Hey! I am returning your call. What's up?" He said "Nothing. I called just to say 'hi'". ??? (insert confused look here). "Umm....you called to say 'hi'? Really?" "Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
So we chatted a bit and teased one another & he said we have to do Friday again. He then told me how he's going away on two weeks for the weekend. I said "That's nice. Why was I not invited?" He said "Because you go away like every three weeks!" (Which was true last year but not this year.)
My question is: why is he telling me that he'll be away two weeks from now? This was not a "hey I am going away" thing. This was a "I want you to know I won't be here in two weeks because I am going away for the weekend."
I mentioned this to MIU & he smiled..............laughed to himself (at my expense) ......................................and said "Yeah. There are knots in this."
GREAT!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Sandy Beach Martinis Lead to Phone Calls Where You Believed There Was A "No Strings" Policy But A Knot May Have Formed
I met up with KDP for the third time in 3 days & went to a martini bar down in Long Beach. Angel Fish is a cute little restaurant with a bar that has stools & nice leather couches for minglers & smoochers to congregate. We got there around 10 last night & it was pretty empty. She ordered a Razza-tini and I had a Sandy Beach......something with Malibu, some other liquor, orange & pineapple juice. If a sandy beach were edible, this is what it would taste like.
We hung around for about 2 hours talking & chatting & texting Elaine, who asked me to break up the monotomy of her date and then didn't answer. I went back to KDP's apt for about 45 minutes & then got on the road to head home.
I called Gameboy, as I have been with a buzz going on, and reminded him I had his pen from Tuesday night. He said come over. I said okay. Things were fun but went futher than expected. What I mean by that last statement is this: We laughed & talked & he held me like he did the other night while we relaxed together. Then it began. "Do you remember that Valentine's Day when..............." and "Do you know I found the ticket stub to the concert we went to at MSG" and "I remember that night we went to......... and you were wearing.........."
I asked him how he remembers all of this. He said he remembers things that are special and important to him. So I asked how his other ex-gfs react when he can recall so much. He said he doesn't do this for them. I asked why and he said because they don't stand out as much.
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I asked him if he's okay with this situation. He said he's fine with it as long as I am. I asked him how many other exes he's helping out this way. None. He "said" he has had offers & requests, but doesn't want to. I asked why not. He said he has his reasons. Then he went back to recalling things from six years ago and I laid there smiling and listening to him.
I left there at 2:45 to go home and didn't fall asleep until well after 4. I am tired. I am nervous. I was happy with the arrangement. However, I may be reading into it too much or I may be right, but I think he's not looking at this as "long-term fun" but a stepping stone to something. I hope not.
BUT---can I tell you one of my favorite things of all time? Waking up the next morning to smell a guy's cologne in my hair. I haven't had that since September and it was so nice. It is one of the things that can put an instant smile on my face. I have to remember to thank Gameboy for that.
We hung around for about 2 hours talking & chatting & texting Elaine, who asked me to break up the monotomy of her date and then didn't answer. I went back to KDP's apt for about 45 minutes & then got on the road to head home.
I called Gameboy, as I have been with a buzz going on, and reminded him I had his pen from Tuesday night. He said come over. I said okay. Things were fun but went futher than expected. What I mean by that last statement is this: We laughed & talked & he held me like he did the other night while we relaxed together. Then it began. "Do you remember that Valentine's Day when..............." and "Do you know I found the ticket stub to the concert we went to at MSG" and "I remember that night we went to......... and you were wearing.........."
I asked him how he remembers all of this. He said he remembers things that are special and important to him. So I asked how his other ex-gfs react when he can recall so much. He said he doesn't do this for them. I asked why and he said because they don't stand out as much.
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I asked him if he's okay with this situation. He said he's fine with it as long as I am. I asked him how many other exes he's helping out this way. None. He "said" he has had offers & requests, but doesn't want to. I asked why not. He said he has his reasons. Then he went back to recalling things from six years ago and I laid there smiling and listening to him.
I left there at 2:45 to go home and didn't fall asleep until well after 4. I am tired. I am nervous. I was happy with the arrangement. However, I may be reading into it too much or I may be right, but I think he's not looking at this as "long-term fun" but a stepping stone to something. I hope not.
BUT---can I tell you one of my favorite things of all time? Waking up the next morning to smell a guy's cologne in my hair. I haven't had that since September and it was so nice. It is one of the things that can put an instant smile on my face. I have to remember to thank Gameboy for that.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
A MIU + Birthday + Raspberry Beer & Sweet Potato Fries = A Fun Time
Last night was MIU's birthday ............. a whopping quarter of a century old is he................ and I promised to stop by Croxxley's to help celebrate a bit. KDP came along because the enticing raspberry beer & fries sounded oh so yummy. We got there close to 9 and were able to have people "Scoot" so we could fit in. I sat next to Mr. Baseball who talked nonstop about anything and everything! He's very nice, as is MIU and I imagine that MIU would only have nice friends becaue he is a quality guy himself. I FINALLY got to meet the elusive girlfriend and saw another familiar face at the table. Everybody is very open & inclusive & make you feel like you've been there before.
Not much to report, but I am glad KDP got to see that guys do know how to behave in public, know how to treat women, and that they are capable of having good, fun, silly conversations without being vulgar and obnoxious. This whole "guys are just like SP. They are all jerks" thing doesn't work for me as I don't know nor do I associate with such losers. My standards may make me lonely but at least I am not being taken advantage of, being made a fool of, and abused.
It was a fun time & much needed after the crappy taco tuesday.
Not much to report, but I am glad KDP got to see that guys do know how to behave in public, know how to treat women, and that they are capable of having good, fun, silly conversations without being vulgar and obnoxious. This whole "guys are just like SP. They are all jerks" thing doesn't work for me as I don't know nor do I associate with such losers. My standards may make me lonely but at least I am not being taken advantage of, being made a fool of, and abused.
It was a fun time & much needed after the crappy taco tuesday.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Get Out Of the Inn On Taco Tuesday For It Is Filled With Jerks
Comtinuing my New Year's resolution of "take every offer to go out" and "2007--year of the buzz", I met up at 9pm with KDP for Taco Tuesday. She goes to the bar with a friend from work for $1 tacos (choice of beef, chicken, or bean) and a few beers. I was lucky enough to join them last evening. Or so I thought.
I had to work until 8:30 last night & Long Beach is a 1/2 hour's ride from where I am. So I didn't get there until.....as stated......9. We go into the bar & it seems promising. There's her friend & she's with 4 guys.......2 of whom are cute. I am introduced to KDP's friend, Lavelle, and her "non" boyfriend......Self-proclaimed loser. He used another word that begins with a "p", but that's not my style. They aren't together but she wants to date him & he's too immature to want to date just her & spent much of the night flirting with three other women at the other end of the bar. I mean literally got up & went over to them for lengthy periods of time. Self-Proclaimed was his "usual" self, according to Lavelle. He was saying innapropriate things & laughing......37 but acts like a 15 year-old who knows mom won't hear what he's saying.
I didn't find him funny, but laughed and banered with him to be nice & fit in. The first thing I heard about him, after his proclamation, is that his is small but he knows how to use it. I said "Well, that's good for you then. And the women in your life, right?" and he continued on abouthis apparatus. Whatever.
I chatted with KDP & was ready to go at 10:30 so I could drop her off & be home by 11/11:15. Nope. 12:15 is when we left. And the only reason KDP was ready to go was an argument had begun between me and Self-Proclaimed. He was arguing ith Lavelle about talking to the women & KDP was nowhere in sight. He turns to look at me and says "Do you shave?" Now, going on the other things he had said & I just shrugged off by giggling and bantering with him to get rid of him, I did not expect htis & it went too far. The bartender (who knows SP well because the guy is there all of the time) says "What the hell are you doing? That's enough already." So I looked at SP and just smiled and pretended I had no idea what he was talking about. He says is again and I leaned in and said "I don't get it" and tried to let it go. He now gets louder and says "Cmon, what is it? Mohawk, hitler, or....(insert knocking on the bar here)"?
I finally lean in because I had enough and the 2 cute guys who were with him stopped because they heard this question & were looking at me. I said "F you" and sat back. He says "That's not an answer. We want to know". I said "That was an answer. And here's more. You really are a P... and you've now gone too far". He leaves for the men's room....and Lavelle says "Don't be mad. This is him. He's funny. Just don't be mad." I said "I'm not mad. I tried to let him get it that I wasn't answering and he pushed. Don't think I am mad but that was enough". KDP comes back & SP is right behind her & he says "I just said to KDP that you hate me and I think your arrogant anyway". I said "That's nice. You can proclaim yourself to be a P and that's funny too, but when you go too far it's the other person who is whatever and nothing on you".
He then decides to talk to the two cute guys and leave us alone. Or not. He turns back and says he wants to apologize and puts out his hand. I said that was fine but I was not shaking his hand. This offends him more. I said to KD that I had enough and was going home. It was now 12:10. We go to leave and say goodbye to Lavelle who says "That's just him" while he is yelling goodbye obnoxiously. The cute guys turn & say goodbye too. Where the heck were they during this? Why didn;t they talk with us instead?
So I drop KDP off & we chat about this for a moment & she says he is a jackass & this is how men are. I said "This is not how men are. Cowboy would not behave this way tinfront of me & towards a woman he doesn't know. Gameboy wouldn't do this. JW? MIU? My brother & his friends? Guys I know would NEVER do this. She needs to raise her standards. This guy is 37, divorced, has 2 kids, trets her like crap because she thinks that's all she's worht, and this is why HE is that way."
I wanted to cry the whole way home. I miss Cowboy because these guys are such losers. I had chatted with Gameboy on the drive out & called him when I was close to home to vent. He said come over. So I went by him for 1/2 hour to vent & ended up crying while he held me. He didn't have to do that. We made out a bit, too. But he said that was to cheer me up. It worked. I got home around 2:30 and couldn't fall asleep until almost 3am.
Now I have to go to Briar & Sunny Farms from 8:15-7 tonight. I am so tired & miserable now that I am not sure how to do this.
I had to work until 8:30 last night & Long Beach is a 1/2 hour's ride from where I am. So I didn't get there until.....as stated......9. We go into the bar & it seems promising. There's her friend & she's with 4 guys.......2 of whom are cute. I am introduced to KDP's friend, Lavelle, and her "non" boyfriend......Self-proclaimed loser. He used another word that begins with a "p", but that's not my style. They aren't together but she wants to date him & he's too immature to want to date just her & spent much of the night flirting with three other women at the other end of the bar. I mean literally got up & went over to them for lengthy periods of time. Self-Proclaimed was his "usual" self, according to Lavelle. He was saying innapropriate things & laughing......37 but acts like a 15 year-old who knows mom won't hear what he's saying.
I didn't find him funny, but laughed and banered with him to be nice & fit in. The first thing I heard about him, after his proclamation, is that his is small but he knows how to use it. I said "Well, that's good for you then. And the women in your life, right?" and he continued on abouthis apparatus. Whatever.
I chatted with KDP & was ready to go at 10:30 so I could drop her off & be home by 11/11:15. Nope. 12:15 is when we left. And the only reason KDP was ready to go was an argument had begun between me and Self-Proclaimed. He was arguing ith Lavelle about talking to the women & KDP was nowhere in sight. He turns to look at me and says "Do you shave?" Now, going on the other things he had said & I just shrugged off by giggling and bantering with him to get rid of him, I did not expect htis & it went too far. The bartender (who knows SP well because the guy is there all of the time) says "What the hell are you doing? That's enough already." So I looked at SP and just smiled and pretended I had no idea what he was talking about. He says is again and I leaned in and said "I don't get it" and tried to let it go. He now gets louder and says "Cmon, what is it? Mohawk, hitler, or....(insert knocking on the bar here)"?
I finally lean in because I had enough and the 2 cute guys who were with him stopped because they heard this question & were looking at me. I said "F you" and sat back. He says "That's not an answer. We want to know". I said "That was an answer. And here's more. You really are a P... and you've now gone too far". He leaves for the men's room....and Lavelle says "Don't be mad. This is him. He's funny. Just don't be mad." I said "I'm not mad. I tried to let him get it that I wasn't answering and he pushed. Don't think I am mad but that was enough". KDP comes back & SP is right behind her & he says "I just said to KDP that you hate me and I think your arrogant anyway". I said "That's nice. You can proclaim yourself to be a P and that's funny too, but when you go too far it's the other person who is whatever and nothing on you".
He then decides to talk to the two cute guys and leave us alone. Or not. He turns back and says he wants to apologize and puts out his hand. I said that was fine but I was not shaking his hand. This offends him more. I said to KD that I had enough and was going home. It was now 12:10. We go to leave and say goodbye to Lavelle who says "That's just him" while he is yelling goodbye obnoxiously. The cute guys turn & say goodbye too. Where the heck were they during this? Why didn;t they talk with us instead?
So I drop KDP off & we chat about this for a moment & she says he is a jackass & this is how men are. I said "This is not how men are. Cowboy would not behave this way tinfront of me & towards a woman he doesn't know. Gameboy wouldn't do this. JW? MIU? My brother & his friends? Guys I know would NEVER do this. She needs to raise her standards. This guy is 37, divorced, has 2 kids, trets her like crap because she thinks that's all she's worht, and this is why HE is that way."
I wanted to cry the whole way home. I miss Cowboy because these guys are such losers. I had chatted with Gameboy on the drive out & called him when I was close to home to vent. He said come over. So I went by him for 1/2 hour to vent & ended up crying while he held me. He didn't have to do that. We made out a bit, too. But he said that was to cheer me up. It worked. I got home around 2:30 and couldn't fall asleep until almost 3am.
Now I have to go to Briar & Sunny Farms from 8:15-7 tonight. I am so tired & miserable now that I am not sure how to do this.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Melancholy & The Infinite............Nonexistent Relationship
So Match is becoming a bust completely. People are weird and liars and some are even trying to pursue something with me when my profile says I am looking for long term and they just want to "hook up". Can't people read? I guess not.
I had a beautiful dream last night about a dinner date Cowboy & I had ages ago. Reality: we went out to dinner and were talking & while we were chatting he asked to see a ring of mine that I had been wearing. I slipped it off & he looked at it. I was glancing around the restaurant and while I wasn't paying attention, he slipped a ring back onto my finger. It felt odd & a bit bigger than the one I had been wearing. I looked at my hand and it was this pretty white gold ring with three flowers shaped out of various colored sapphires. It was so sweet & so romantic & such a surprise because it wasn't an anniversary or a holiday or my birthday. It was a "just because". My dream was identical & for the first time since late november I woke up soooooooooooo happy. Then I got up out of bed & reality kicked me in the head. I realized I am not with him. I realize he is holding someone else. It struck me that I can't even call him to share this wonderful memory because he has moved on with life & I am still stuck on him.
I want the pain to end but it's intensifying. And I know the story is getting old but this is 4 1/2 years of my life that I thought would be leading to something different. Not flying solo again. And why are people so sucky?
I had a beautiful dream last night about a dinner date Cowboy & I had ages ago. Reality: we went out to dinner and were talking & while we were chatting he asked to see a ring of mine that I had been wearing. I slipped it off & he looked at it. I was glancing around the restaurant and while I wasn't paying attention, he slipped a ring back onto my finger. It felt odd & a bit bigger than the one I had been wearing. I looked at my hand and it was this pretty white gold ring with three flowers shaped out of various colored sapphires. It was so sweet & so romantic & such a surprise because it wasn't an anniversary or a holiday or my birthday. It was a "just because". My dream was identical & for the first time since late november I woke up soooooooooooo happy. Then I got up out of bed & reality kicked me in the head. I realized I am not with him. I realize he is holding someone else. It struck me that I can't even call him to share this wonderful memory because he has moved on with life & I am still stuck on him.
I want the pain to end but it's intensifying. And I know the story is getting old but this is 4 1/2 years of my life that I thought would be leading to something different. Not flying solo again. And why are people so sucky?
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Why Manhattan Lighting Does A Grotter Good
Last week, when I went to Porky's, a few people thought I was 22. Stupid me, I told the truth & did not get to take Hottie Danny home with me as a door prize.
Last night, in the bitter cold, Elaine & I went back in to the city together. She was "working" and I got to go with her! We hopped a train in Valley Stream and I had to try soooo hard to keep a straight face when a man with bedazzled jeans got on and sat down. A bit too metrosexual for me. We then took 3 subways to get to 89th & 2nd. At subway #2 E. points out a guy who I referred to as "Nick Lachey" because he had the whole black blazer, white tshirt, jeans and dress shoes going on & trust me, I wanted to go with it. Okay--back to the evening at hand. The assignment? Check out BB&R. Blonde, Brunette, and a Redhead is a small bar on the Upper East Side & was the evening's destination.
We got there.......not completely frozen, and were greeted by Sage, the friendly bouncer. He scans my id and says "You're 31?" I said "Yes, I am." He says "I thought you were 22/23. Girl whatever you are doing it's working!" Oh so happy because maybe I am 22 and the years just seem longer than they should. He then scans E.'s id and says something along the lines of "Last name. What is that?" She replies "German". He said "Oh. But what does it mean?" She says "It means that I am German." And off we went. Last week, at Porky's (the funnest bar ever), the bouncer said she was "cute" and then followed it up to Fred that she had nice hair. Yeah--it's that kind of thing.
So we tried to walk around a bit and get a feel for the place. Not much to feel. Let's start with I wanted to use the ladies' room just so I could brush my hair into something more presentable than the huge knot it was created by the chilling wind. I open the door to the unisex room & am greeted by a urinal. UGH! So not happy. I rushed to fix the knot & went back out to find E. We peeked in the back area where a "party" was going to take place & saw a couple of booths & a pool table. This is not what I was expecting at all. E. sent me a link to their site & it appeared to be more of a Jillian's thing for adults, but this was not the case. So, we sat down at the bar & ordered drinks. I finished mine fairly quickly & the bartender came over and was trying to rush E through her's so that we could "keep up". He was quick to serve us a second and then we never saw him again. So we sat & drank & laughed & sang with the music & tried to figure out who were the owners and made fun of a guy who looked like he was there "on assignment" too, but adamently denied it to E. when she politely asked.
We stayed until 11:15ish (I think) and the bouncer asked where we were headed next. Not wanting to sound older than 22....or completely lame....I said "Katwalk" and he chatted a bit more with us while we fixed our coats & gloves and off we went. Back to the 3 subways & hopefully onto the 1:07 train so that we could go home.
It was a fun time with E. The bar was okay --- not worth the commute AT ALL -- and no men to be found. But I can say that my cheeks hurt so much from laughing at........I don't remember what we laughed at but there was a lot of it.
Last night, in the bitter cold, Elaine & I went back in to the city together. She was "working" and I got to go with her! We hopped a train in Valley Stream and I had to try soooo hard to keep a straight face when a man with bedazzled jeans got on and sat down. A bit too metrosexual for me. We then took 3 subways to get to 89th & 2nd. At subway #2 E. points out a guy who I referred to as "Nick Lachey" because he had the whole black blazer, white tshirt, jeans and dress shoes going on & trust me, I wanted to go with it. Okay--back to the evening at hand. The assignment? Check out BB&R. Blonde, Brunette, and a Redhead is a small bar on the Upper East Side & was the evening's destination.
We got there.......not completely frozen, and were greeted by Sage, the friendly bouncer. He scans my id and says "You're 31?" I said "Yes, I am." He says "I thought you were 22/23. Girl whatever you are doing it's working!" Oh so happy because maybe I am 22 and the years just seem longer than they should. He then scans E.'s id and says something along the lines of "Last name. What is that?" She replies "German". He said "Oh. But what does it mean?" She says "It means that I am German." And off we went. Last week, at Porky's (the funnest bar ever), the bouncer said she was "cute" and then followed it up to Fred that she had nice hair. Yeah--it's that kind of thing.
So we tried to walk around a bit and get a feel for the place. Not much to feel. Let's start with I wanted to use the ladies' room just so I could brush my hair into something more presentable than the huge knot it was created by the chilling wind. I open the door to the unisex room & am greeted by a urinal. UGH! So not happy. I rushed to fix the knot & went back out to find E. We peeked in the back area where a "party" was going to take place & saw a couple of booths & a pool table. This is not what I was expecting at all. E. sent me a link to their site & it appeared to be more of a Jillian's thing for adults, but this was not the case. So, we sat down at the bar & ordered drinks. I finished mine fairly quickly & the bartender came over and was trying to rush E through her's so that we could "keep up". He was quick to serve us a second and then we never saw him again. So we sat & drank & laughed & sang with the music & tried to figure out who were the owners and made fun of a guy who looked like he was there "on assignment" too, but adamently denied it to E. when she politely asked.
We stayed until 11:15ish (I think) and the bouncer asked where we were headed next. Not wanting to sound older than 22....or completely lame....I said "Katwalk" and he chatted a bit more with us while we fixed our coats & gloves and off we went. Back to the 3 subways & hopefully onto the 1:07 train so that we could go home.
It was a fun time with E. The bar was okay --- not worth the commute AT ALL -- and no men to be found. But I can say that my cheeks hurt so much from laughing at........I don't remember what we laughed at but there was a lot of it.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Mr. Sarcasm Sends A Message
I turned on my phone this morning to find a text from Mr. Sarcasm. All it said was "good morning".
I am not sure how to proceed. I am feeling a bit jaded with this site and I am wondering why he flipped out on me then said he wants to meet and has now sent me emails and a text that I'd expect to get from a guy I went on a date with and really liked.
Again............sweet? stalker? HELP!
I am not sure how to proceed. I am feeling a bit jaded with this site and I am wondering why he flipped out on me then said he wants to meet and has now sent me emails and a text that I'd expect to get from a guy I went on a date with and really liked.
Again............sweet? stalker? HELP!
The Man With the Band
I figured that I have met two Staten Island guys in the last two years that were 1) hot 2) nice & 3) into me. Did I give either my number? No. why? I'm dumb & hindsight is 20/20.
I saw that a S.I. guy had checked out my profile so I looked at his. He was cute & seemed nice....on screen. I sent him an email asking him some questions. He sent back a nice email but didn't answer any of my questions. It's almost as if he sent me an email not knowing I sent him one.
We've done this four times in the last 6 days but he doesn't seem to delve any deeper than the basics of what's already posted on the site. It just doesn't seem to be clicking & I'm not sure how that works when he won't answer any of the questions I ask & only asks me pointless things like "What's the last band you saw?" and "Wow! So you work right down the street from where I last played, huh?"
Yeah. Great conversationalist. So, after the whole Chi-guy thing this morning, I sent Mr. Band an email saying "it's been nice emailing but that's all this seems to be so good luck with the music thing."
Am I expecting too much of this site?
I saw that a S.I. guy had checked out my profile so I looked at his. He was cute & seemed nice....on screen. I sent him an email asking him some questions. He sent back a nice email but didn't answer any of my questions. It's almost as if he sent me an email not knowing I sent him one.
We've done this four times in the last 6 days but he doesn't seem to delve any deeper than the basics of what's already posted on the site. It just doesn't seem to be clicking & I'm not sure how that works when he won't answer any of the questions I ask & only asks me pointless things like "What's the last band you saw?" and "Wow! So you work right down the street from where I last played, huh?"
Yeah. Great conversationalist. So, after the whole Chi-guy thing this morning, I sent Mr. Band an email saying "it's been nice emailing but that's all this seems to be so good luck with the music thing."
Am I expecting too much of this site?
Here's the Story of a Man Named................
So Chi-town guy & I had emailed on the site a couple of times & he sent me his number. I called it Tuesday night. He didn't answer so I left a message. He called me back last night and we chatted for an hour and a half. He seems really nice. We talked about his having lived in CT for 3 years & Chicago for 7 & now he's back because he has 2 nieces & 2 nephews that he wants to be near. SO CUTE! We talked about the site. He's been on 6 weeks.....which is also how long he has been at his job. He's an advertisement salesman for some firm & does well. Problem? He doesn't know anyone here & anyone he does is married & doesn't know anyone.
He asked me about my job & I told him what I do. Silence. He said he was very impressed, but I got the feeling that it was not impression at all.
We talked literature......he likes Alfred E. Newman.....I said "who?".....he said "Mad Magazine?" I giggled and said I have never read it.
We talked film....he loves Borat & Napoleon Dynamite. I told him I didn't see Borat & don't care if I do and that I began crying out of sheer pain 20 minues into Napoleon.
We talked pets. We talked experiences on the site. He had a couple of dates.....3 with the same girl until he said something that didn't seem inappropriate if he gave me the conversation history correctly & she doesn't want to go out anymore.
We left off with meeting at Friday's tonight around 8 for drinks.
I get up this monring & check my email & there's one from Chi-town. "Hey. I am going to cancel tonight. I don't think we have anything in common. Let me know you got this."
So I send it back saying "Okay, that's fine. I don't understand why you say that when we talked for an hour & a half last night, but if that's how you feel. Best of luck to you with your job & this site......" and my name.
He sends it back "I think I am too sophomoric for you. You seem serious."
So I reply "Again, I don't know you & if that's your impression of youself, that's fine. However, I am a HUGE kid." and told him some of my silliness. Again, I wished him luck in his pursuit & that's it.
So now my date tonight is cancelled because I am "too serious". This is why I don't tell people what I do for a living. This is why I have sat through really bad movies so people won't say that. I am tired of people in general. And I don't want to lie to someone because if it works out & I have to finally admit my age, my taste in film, my job.....they won't like it that I had lied.
I didn't want to be single. I didn't want Cowboy to go. I didn't think this is how things would be. Does it get better?
He asked me about my job & I told him what I do. Silence. He said he was very impressed, but I got the feeling that it was not impression at all.
We talked literature......he likes Alfred E. Newman.....I said "who?".....he said "Mad Magazine?" I giggled and said I have never read it.
We talked film....he loves Borat & Napoleon Dynamite. I told him I didn't see Borat & don't care if I do and that I began crying out of sheer pain 20 minues into Napoleon.
We talked pets. We talked experiences on the site. He had a couple of dates.....3 with the same girl until he said something that didn't seem inappropriate if he gave me the conversation history correctly & she doesn't want to go out anymore.
We left off with meeting at Friday's tonight around 8 for drinks.
I get up this monring & check my email & there's one from Chi-town. "Hey. I am going to cancel tonight. I don't think we have anything in common. Let me know you got this."
So I send it back saying "Okay, that's fine. I don't understand why you say that when we talked for an hour & a half last night, but if that's how you feel. Best of luck to you with your job & this site......" and my name.
He sends it back "I think I am too sophomoric for you. You seem serious."
So I reply "Again, I don't know you & if that's your impression of youself, that's fine. However, I am a HUGE kid." and told him some of my silliness. Again, I wished him luck in his pursuit & that's it.
So now my date tonight is cancelled because I am "too serious". This is why I don't tell people what I do for a living. This is why I have sat through really bad movies so people won't say that. I am tired of people in general. And I don't want to lie to someone because if it works out & I have to finally admit my age, my taste in film, my job.....they won't like it that I had lied.
I didn't want to be single. I didn't want Cowboy to go. I didn't think this is how things would be. Does it get better?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Mr. Obnoxious --the Email Version
So I got an email from Mr. Obnoxious. He sent a basic one "Liked your profile. Check mine out. Maybe we'll chat."
So I looked at it and saw that he does not like brainiacs nor does he like sarcasm. I send back a polite email and say "Thank you but I see you find these two things s turn-off. I am a bit of a brainiac and a lot sarcastic. Good luck and thank you, again."
To which I get an email back "Do you believe everything you read on the internet? Did you think maybe I was being sarcastic?"
So I send back "I do not believe everything I read. However, when people sign up for such a site, I do expect them to be honest with their own profile."
He replies "Again, do you think that maybe I was being sarcastic?"
I don't respond.
I get another email "Again, I was trying to be funny. You really do sound sweet. Maybe we'll chat" Ummmmmmm......no?
So far, emotional baggage, no comprehension level, bad sense of humor, and attitude all the way. Is there anyone normal on these things?
So I looked at it and saw that he does not like brainiacs nor does he like sarcasm. I send back a polite email and say "Thank you but I see you find these two things s turn-off. I am a bit of a brainiac and a lot sarcastic. Good luck and thank you, again."
To which I get an email back "Do you believe everything you read on the internet? Did you think maybe I was being sarcastic?"
So I send back "I do not believe everything I read. However, when people sign up for such a site, I do expect them to be honest with their own profile."
He replies "Again, do you think that maybe I was being sarcastic?"
I don't respond.
I get another email "Again, I was trying to be funny. You really do sound sweet. Maybe we'll chat" Ummmmmmm......no?
So far, emotional baggage, no comprehension level, bad sense of humor, and attitude all the way. Is there anyone normal on these things?
Cop #1 Mr. Sarcasm
So I've been chatting online with Mr. Sarcasm since Sunday night. He seemed okay and asked if I'd like to talk on the phone. Sure! So he gave me his # and I called it yesterday on the way back to work. We talked for a bit. He is very sarcastic & that's all well & good, but if I don't know you and you don't know me, things can be misconstrued.
So, I try to get him off the phone because I have to go to class. He doesn't seem to understnad this. I am being as clear and direct as a gal can be: "My class starts in 3 minutes and I have to get going. It's the first night." "Oh yeah? Where do you teach? What class are you getting ready to teach?" .....(Because I am in my cube getting ready to literally run)"I'll tell you at another time. I really must be going. You can call me later or tomorrow if you want." "Why? Don't you want to talk to me now?" I politely said "I have to go. Talk to you soon."
So he calls later on last night....10ish. We talk a bit more. He likes to talk about himself & each time I ask a question he rambles on for a few moments and then says "So why aren't you talking?" I respond "What would you like me to say?" and he then goes into another story. So interest is solely with him....about him....whatever. He never did ask me about my job or class or school again.
He asked me if I have any siblings & I said yes & told him how we went to the outlets for the day on Sunday. He asked "Did you buy me anything?" I said "Wait 'til you see" (my first jump at sarcasm with this guy). He said "I got you something, too." I said "Oh yeah? What?" and he says "The same thing I gave you last year" and begins to crack up.
I am not laughing because I don't find this funny. As a matter of fact, I plain just don't get it. So he says "C'mon! That was funny!" I said "No, it wasn't". With that, there's a moment or two of silence and he says "So, you don't want to talk anymore? Don't you get sarcasm?" I said "I didn't say I don't want to talk anymore. I did not know where to move the conversation." Now he starts getting a bit much for me & I finally said "Look, if you don't want to talk that's fine. There's no loss on either of our parts. It's a phone call to a virtual stranger." To which he says "So, what? You can't joke around?"
We left off shortly after. He asked if he could take me out to dinner and I said we agreed to coffee. He got mad at that. I pointed out that if this is a problem, that's okay. Again, no loss for either of us. He asked if he could call me today. I said that would be fine, if he wants to.
I got an email today ......................6:00 am "Wishing you a good morning :) "
Sweet? Stalker? Possessive already? You tell me.
So, I try to get him off the phone because I have to go to class. He doesn't seem to understnad this. I am being as clear and direct as a gal can be: "My class starts in 3 minutes and I have to get going. It's the first night." "Oh yeah? Where do you teach? What class are you getting ready to teach?" .....(Because I am in my cube getting ready to literally run)"I'll tell you at another time. I really must be going. You can call me later or tomorrow if you want." "Why? Don't you want to talk to me now?" I politely said "I have to go. Talk to you soon."
So he calls later on last night....10ish. We talk a bit more. He likes to talk about himself & each time I ask a question he rambles on for a few moments and then says "So why aren't you talking?" I respond "What would you like me to say?" and he then goes into another story. So interest is solely with him....about him....whatever. He never did ask me about my job or class or school again.
He asked me if I have any siblings & I said yes & told him how we went to the outlets for the day on Sunday. He asked "Did you buy me anything?" I said "Wait 'til you see" (my first jump at sarcasm with this guy). He said "I got you something, too." I said "Oh yeah? What?" and he says "The same thing I gave you last year" and begins to crack up.
I am not laughing because I don't find this funny. As a matter of fact, I plain just don't get it. So he says "C'mon! That was funny!" I said "No, it wasn't". With that, there's a moment or two of silence and he says "So, you don't want to talk anymore? Don't you get sarcasm?" I said "I didn't say I don't want to talk anymore. I did not know where to move the conversation." Now he starts getting a bit much for me & I finally said "Look, if you don't want to talk that's fine. There's no loss on either of our parts. It's a phone call to a virtual stranger." To which he says "So, what? You can't joke around?"
We left off shortly after. He asked if he could take me out to dinner and I said we agreed to coffee. He got mad at that. I pointed out that if this is a problem, that's okay. Again, no loss for either of us. He asked if he could call me today. I said that would be fine, if he wants to.
I got an email today ......................6:00 am "Wishing you a good morning :) "
Sweet? Stalker? Possessive already? You tell me.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Feel For Me
I had to go back to work today. Three weeks of not going to that place & 2 minutes into the walk it was as if I never left. Only sixteen more weeks until I am free again.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Gosh! The Most Mind-Numbing Experience Ever!
My plans on Saturday night were changed on me & I had nothing to do. I was talking to E. and said this and she fist said "How could you go out?" My thinking is "How can I not?" So I was pouting that I had nothing to do. She said I could go by her & watch a movie. I said "great!". So we ended up watching Napolean Dynamite.....which I think was a dud. I don't get it. How was it great? Why was it so popular? I wanted to cry about 20 minutes into it & said this to E. and she is so not sympathetic at all. Her reply was "You wanted to watch it". How did I know that sticking my finger into my eye and swirling it around would be more entertaining? (That was the match date last night, too. I'll be blind by my own doing before I know it.)
I even said to her "We can't get a book published but these people wrote nothing and got millions in ticket sales and products".
If anyone can explain this freakin' movie to me, please do because I just don't get it.
I even said to her "We can't get a book published but these people wrote nothing and got millions in ticket sales and products".
If anyone can explain this freakin' movie to me, please do because I just don't get it.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
"Absolutely" Not a Match
So I went out on my first "match" date. HORRIBLE! We met at Starbucks. Innocent enough. He gets out & looks sort of like his picture. Now, I believe my pics look like me. Why would I post something that doesn't represent me in my usual setting? One is of me at the Hofbrau with the steins of beer. I have my usual tank & zip-up hoodie on. The others are in Vegas with sweat dripping but I still look pretty good. His hair is buzzed shorter than the picture he sent, his muscles are bigger, and he seems stockier than what the picture showed. Okay, looks aren't everything as Gameboy is not his drop-dead gorgeous self but I still find myself attracted to his kisses.
So we met. In the parking lot. He was nervous as his voice was shaky & jittery as he spoke with me. He drives a tractor trailer for the Post Office......from Bethpage to Philly five days a week. His profile said he has "some college". Now I don't need you to have a degree, but I need you to have a brain. This guy was a box of rox. Yes, I spelled it the way he would. "Some college" turns out to be that he tried to take an English class once and didn't like it nor did he finish it. We talked. Aimlessly because when I thought we had a conversation going, he'd say "That's like when......" and come up with something that had NOTHING to do with whatever! He asked me about the beer picture. So I was telling him about Munich & the Hofbrau & the radler and how the German boys made fun of us for drinking a radler. He responds with "I hate to fly". I narrowed my eyes for a moment, feeling my forehead furrow, and said "Why do you hate to fly?" He replies "It was like this time my brother drove up from Florida with his two kids and I didn't want to go to work the next day. So I called in sick and they couldn't get anyone to cover my route from midnight 'til 4 am".
Yeah----that's how I felt, too. The whole time I wanted to cry because he isn't Cowboy. He doesn't like to shop. He doesn't like to fly. He CAN'T COMMUNICATE! And where is Cowboy, you ask? Probably boinking Laura the Slut. You read right. Don't be shocked.
Hottie Danny was oh so much better & I am glad E. takes the blame for dropping the ball on that. Yes 22 is too young but why not meet for coffee or drinks and appetizers? I do that with people older than me. Any one of any legal age can do that and it's just nice. And I still missed Cowboy that night, but Hottie Danny made it not so bad.
Oh, and I say "Absolutely" because with each story I told, this guy had no idea what I was saying, and he'd nod in agreement and say "absolutely" to each comment. I may as well have spoken Japanese and I would have gotten the same remark.
I HATE MY LIFE! Did I mention Briar starts Tuesday. Salt in the wounds, people. Salt in the wounds.
So we met. In the parking lot. He was nervous as his voice was shaky & jittery as he spoke with me. He drives a tractor trailer for the Post Office......from Bethpage to Philly five days a week. His profile said he has "some college". Now I don't need you to have a degree, but I need you to have a brain. This guy was a box of rox. Yes, I spelled it the way he would. "Some college" turns out to be that he tried to take an English class once and didn't like it nor did he finish it. We talked. Aimlessly because when I thought we had a conversation going, he'd say "That's like when......" and come up with something that had NOTHING to do with whatever! He asked me about the beer picture. So I was telling him about Munich & the Hofbrau & the radler and how the German boys made fun of us for drinking a radler. He responds with "I hate to fly". I narrowed my eyes for a moment, feeling my forehead furrow, and said "Why do you hate to fly?" He replies "It was like this time my brother drove up from Florida with his two kids and I didn't want to go to work the next day. So I called in sick and they couldn't get anyone to cover my route from midnight 'til 4 am".
Yeah----that's how I felt, too. The whole time I wanted to cry because he isn't Cowboy. He doesn't like to shop. He doesn't like to fly. He CAN'T COMMUNICATE! And where is Cowboy, you ask? Probably boinking Laura the Slut. You read right. Don't be shocked.
Hottie Danny was oh so much better & I am glad E. takes the blame for dropping the ball on that. Yes 22 is too young but why not meet for coffee or drinks and appetizers? I do that with people older than me. Any one of any legal age can do that and it's just nice. And I still missed Cowboy that night, but Hottie Danny made it not so bad.
Oh, and I say "Absolutely" because with each story I told, this guy had no idea what I was saying, and he'd nod in agreement and say "absolutely" to each comment. I may as well have spoken Japanese and I would have gotten the same remark.
I HATE MY LIFE! Did I mention Briar starts Tuesday. Salt in the wounds, people. Salt in the wounds.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Added Extras As They Come to Me About Last Night
1. Charly...the prick.....as he was leaving asked if "they were real". I said "Are what real?" He said "Your eyes. They look like contacts." I said "I don't wear contacts or glasses. They're real & they are mine." He said "That's awesome. They match mine." I said "aren't your's brown?" He said "No. as blue as your's". I said "That's funny. I thought they were brown because you are full of ...." Yes I did say that.
2. Hotti Danny said he didn't want to meet anyone because he waned to meet the one who he already did but was "older than he thought". Dummy.....I'm going with 25 from now on.
3. Forgot we got off the train coming home because we thought we had to change at Jamaica but didn't and had to quickly jump back on with the poor BDay girl as sick as she was. At least we got her a seat.
4. CandyMan was oogled by the guy bartender who managed to shoot her with beer from the little spray thingy when she went to say goodbye. I said he was marking his territory & that was his scent.
5. Talked to a guy in car #2 on the train because he was standing there and couldn't help but listen to our nonsense. So I invited him in to the conversation. Even he said he worked in bars...bartended.....and other stuff & they never did anything like that. He laughed.
6. During the fight in car #1, a woman spit on a few of the drunken disorderlies and CandyMan pointed out to us that spit has the most germs and bacteria in it of all human fluids. Poor guy had to lisen to this.
7. Some guy danced past E. and deliberately knocked her purse off of her shoulder. CandyMan found this funny.
**8. Hottie Danny picked me up. Literally. Lifted me straight up into the air and then put me down again. Why? I have no idea....but it was a "pick-me-up" in more ways than one!
2. Hotti Danny said he didn't want to meet anyone because he waned to meet the one who he already did but was "older than he thought". Dummy.....I'm going with 25 from now on.
3. Forgot we got off the train coming home because we thought we had to change at Jamaica but didn't and had to quickly jump back on with the poor BDay girl as sick as she was. At least we got her a seat.
4. CandyMan was oogled by the guy bartender who managed to shoot her with beer from the little spray thingy when she went to say goodbye. I said he was marking his territory & that was his scent.
5. Talked to a guy in car #2 on the train because he was standing there and couldn't help but listen to our nonsense. So I invited him in to the conversation. Even he said he worked in bars...bartended.....and other stuff & they never did anything like that. He laughed.
6. During the fight in car #1, a woman spit on a few of the drunken disorderlies and CandyMan pointed out to us that spit has the most germs and bacteria in it of all human fluids. Poor guy had to lisen to this.
7. Some guy danced past E. and deliberately knocked her purse off of her shoulder. CandyMan found this funny.
**8. Hottie Danny picked me up. Literally. Lifted me straight up into the air and then put me down again. Why? I have no idea....but it was a "pick-me-up" in more ways than one!
And the Bartender Wouldn't Serve Me the Drink I Wanted.............
So, it's been a whirlwind of a week. Remember, keeping busy so I don't think of/call/email Cowboy & make a fool of myself? Yeah, it's wearing me out. Monday night KDP & I went to FOUR. We had fondue and flatbread & it was so yummy. We did it all wrong, tough. Apparently, this is the place guys go to to watch games on their movie screen behind the bar. In their suits from work. Men. All over the place. Where did KDP & I sit? At a table........that was reserved for us. We had a great time together, but wanted to try and get some attention. But since she had an hour's drive back to her place & it was 10:00 and she gets up early to work, it didn't happen. So, come "game night" (whichever night that happens to be) you can find me on a stool at FOUR.
Tuesday is when I signed up for Match so I have been sending back a number of replies to people who contacted me.
Wednesday was Croxxley's with MIU & Mr. Baseball. MIU has been telling me for a year and a half to go & I finally broke down & did. I had a lot of fun. The two of them are very sweet & polite & their sense of humor runs along the same path as mine, so they entertain as well. Good times. I was supposed to meet Gameboy after but that did not materialize. Am I shocked? No. Am I tired of this. Yes. And he's mad because he was ready a 1/2 hour later than I was & I refused at that point. We set a time & you screwed up. Too bad.
Thursday brought dinner and coffee with Codegirl. She is a riot. And a lot of fun to be with. We went to a restaurant in Woodbury called Graffiti. I had a delish California wrap on a spinach pita. Ooooooooooo and it came with sweet potato fries. This platter doesn't get better.
And on to last night. Oh my head. Oh my stomach. I drank a fishbowl of a drink--literally--and it was not a wise thing to do. Okay, Elaine's friend's birthday was yesterday & she wanted to go to Porky's in NYC. E. said "Grotter, you have to come along" and since 2007 is the year of the buzz for me & going out as often as possible, I went. They had gone in August for Candyman's brithday but I had been away, and after the stories I had heard from their last excursion, I had to attend. I drove to her place & the 3 of us caught the train in to Penn. We met up with LL, another friend of E.'s and Candyman's, and hopped the V to 23rd to walk the last 2 blocks.
When we got to Porky's, it was pretty empty for almost 8:30 on a Friday, but that was fine because it meant we could get another table to link up to the party & have stools, too. We got proofed, checked our coats, got our hands stamped, and then made our way to the bar to order these bowls meant for sea life. There are five to choose from & I wanted the pink one (yeah--you order by color--should have been a sign that this is not the drink for me). The girl behind the bar made a face. I said "Why? Don't you like the pink one?" and she says "No. I don't like it at all. Pick another one. The red and the purple are really good." Is it your job to critique my choice of beverage when I didn't ask? And, is it up to you to tell me that the one I wanted is not good? No. Just serve the darn bowl.
Needless to say, I got the red. We each carried a bowl back to the table and began to drink. This is when two guys sat at the next table. E. went over and asked them if they wanted to do shots. So, LL, E., and the Birthday Girl went with Charly & Danny to do shots.
E. comes back saying that Charly is a loser & a prick & the guys didn't come back with the girls because some other girl walked up to them and said "You picked up girls?" Shortly, Danny came back while Charly tried to (unsuccessfully) pick up a waitress, and I said Danny could sit with us if he wanted. So, Danny joined us & we started talking. He was yummy. He asked me if I had been there before & I explained to him no & the review it had gotten. I asked him & he said once with his ex and that it was PACKED! Then he asked my age. I told him the truth....idiot. Why did I do this? Because I pegged him for 24 and amnot into the young guys anymore. Wrong! He was 22. He didn't believe me, so I asked him how old he thought I was & he said 23-25. Don't I wish. He asked for my id & I showed it to him & he said it was fake. So I said that it scanned fine when they proofed me & he said "They proofed you? They didn't check me!" Thanks. And then the conversation stopped there because the Porky's people were moving our tables whether we wanted them to or not. They crammed the tables into the center of the room. I don't know why.
So, Charly & Danny had no place to stand/sit/whatever & I said they could sit with us since there were like 12 of us & just the 2 of them. Charly was being rude & I pointed this out. I mean very rude & I verbally slapped him back into place. He then claims a girl he was supposed to meet called & he was not happy & didn't want to meet her but he'd be back. So he left Danny with me (us). I felt bad for the guy. He made a call or two and had a couple of his school buddies come down (hey--he graduated in May from Poly so back off). We sat. And talked. And flirted pointlessly. I kept telling him I'd try and hook him up with someone in there if he needed help. He said "Did you think that maybe I want to talk to you?" and spent the rest of the night talking with me & his friends. Then we started dancing. A lot. He was good. He was yummy. He was freakin' 22 & I couldn't deal with this. E. kept telling him & me to make out but that never happened. Am I glad it didn't? Sort of. Do I wish I had anyway? Yeah. Hottie little (well.....6'4'') Danny helped me to have a lot of fun.
So 5 of us leave together & walk back to Penn to try & sober up BDay Girl just a bit. We just made the train & stood the whole way home. Our car had a number of drunk 25-year olds on it & they were fighting with people their parents age. So sad. I then recognized two girls with the group who are former students. I said their names and told them to control their friends. It was getting scary in there. They said they can't so I told them to just grab their shirts & move them somewhere else. Then, some random guy who was not involved at all starts mouthing off to me. I had to put him in his place, too. His best comeback after that? "oooooo" under his breath. Not loud, so I knew he was a wimp. Had he wanted to really get into it, he would have been louder to impress his girlfriend.
We got off the train...........I drove E.'s car & played taxi to 3 of the 4. I got E. home, grabbed my keys & drove home, too. It was 3:20 when I got in & fell asleep around 4am.
I hope E. will post a response to fill in gaps I may have. She drank a fish bowl and three other drinks but I was not always aware of what was going on. I was dancing with Yummy Danny.
I am too old to be out this much & this late. But did I mention that Danny was yummy? Just incase you didn't know.
Tuesday is when I signed up for Match so I have been sending back a number of replies to people who contacted me.
Wednesday was Croxxley's with MIU & Mr. Baseball. MIU has been telling me for a year and a half to go & I finally broke down & did. I had a lot of fun. The two of them are very sweet & polite & their sense of humor runs along the same path as mine, so they entertain as well. Good times. I was supposed to meet Gameboy after but that did not materialize. Am I shocked? No. Am I tired of this. Yes. And he's mad because he was ready a 1/2 hour later than I was & I refused at that point. We set a time & you screwed up. Too bad.
Thursday brought dinner and coffee with Codegirl. She is a riot. And a lot of fun to be with. We went to a restaurant in Woodbury called Graffiti. I had a delish California wrap on a spinach pita. Ooooooooooo and it came with sweet potato fries. This platter doesn't get better.
And on to last night. Oh my head. Oh my stomach. I drank a fishbowl of a drink--literally--and it was not a wise thing to do. Okay, Elaine's friend's birthday was yesterday & she wanted to go to Porky's in NYC. E. said "Grotter, you have to come along" and since 2007 is the year of the buzz for me & going out as often as possible, I went. They had gone in August for Candyman's brithday but I had been away, and after the stories I had heard from their last excursion, I had to attend. I drove to her place & the 3 of us caught the train in to Penn. We met up with LL, another friend of E.'s and Candyman's, and hopped the V to 23rd to walk the last 2 blocks.
When we got to Porky's, it was pretty empty for almost 8:30 on a Friday, but that was fine because it meant we could get another table to link up to the party & have stools, too. We got proofed, checked our coats, got our hands stamped, and then made our way to the bar to order these bowls meant for sea life. There are five to choose from & I wanted the pink one (yeah--you order by color--should have been a sign that this is not the drink for me). The girl behind the bar made a face. I said "Why? Don't you like the pink one?" and she says "No. I don't like it at all. Pick another one. The red and the purple are really good." Is it your job to critique my choice of beverage when I didn't ask? And, is it up to you to tell me that the one I wanted is not good? No. Just serve the darn bowl.
Needless to say, I got the red. We each carried a bowl back to the table and began to drink. This is when two guys sat at the next table. E. went over and asked them if they wanted to do shots. So, LL, E., and the Birthday Girl went with Charly & Danny to do shots.
E. comes back saying that Charly is a loser & a prick & the guys didn't come back with the girls because some other girl walked up to them and said "You picked up girls?" Shortly, Danny came back while Charly tried to (unsuccessfully) pick up a waitress, and I said Danny could sit with us if he wanted. So, Danny joined us & we started talking. He was yummy. He asked me if I had been there before & I explained to him no & the review it had gotten. I asked him & he said once with his ex and that it was PACKED! Then he asked my age. I told him the truth....idiot. Why did I do this? Because I pegged him for 24 and amnot into the young guys anymore. Wrong! He was 22. He didn't believe me, so I asked him how old he thought I was & he said 23-25. Don't I wish. He asked for my id & I showed it to him & he said it was fake. So I said that it scanned fine when they proofed me & he said "They proofed you? They didn't check me!" Thanks. And then the conversation stopped there because the Porky's people were moving our tables whether we wanted them to or not. They crammed the tables into the center of the room. I don't know why.
So, Charly & Danny had no place to stand/sit/whatever & I said they could sit with us since there were like 12 of us & just the 2 of them. Charly was being rude & I pointed this out. I mean very rude & I verbally slapped him back into place. He then claims a girl he was supposed to meet called & he was not happy & didn't want to meet her but he'd be back. So he left Danny with me (us). I felt bad for the guy. He made a call or two and had a couple of his school buddies come down (hey--he graduated in May from Poly so back off). We sat. And talked. And flirted pointlessly. I kept telling him I'd try and hook him up with someone in there if he needed help. He said "Did you think that maybe I want to talk to you?" and spent the rest of the night talking with me & his friends. Then we started dancing. A lot. He was good. He was yummy. He was freakin' 22 & I couldn't deal with this. E. kept telling him & me to make out but that never happened. Am I glad it didn't? Sort of. Do I wish I had anyway? Yeah. Hottie little (well.....6'4'') Danny helped me to have a lot of fun.
So 5 of us leave together & walk back to Penn to try & sober up BDay Girl just a bit. We just made the train & stood the whole way home. Our car had a number of drunk 25-year olds on it & they were fighting with people their parents age. So sad. I then recognized two girls with the group who are former students. I said their names and told them to control their friends. It was getting scary in there. They said they can't so I told them to just grab their shirts & move them somewhere else. Then, some random guy who was not involved at all starts mouthing off to me. I had to put him in his place, too. His best comeback after that? "oooooo" under his breath. Not loud, so I knew he was a wimp. Had he wanted to really get into it, he would have been louder to impress his girlfriend.
We got off the train...........I drove E.'s car & played taxi to 3 of the 4. I got E. home, grabbed my keys & drove home, too. It was 3:20 when I got in & fell asleep around 4am.
I hope E. will post a response to fill in gaps I may have. She drank a fish bowl and three other drinks but I was not always aware of what was going on. I was dancing with Yummy Danny.
I am too old to be out this much & this late. But did I mention that Danny was yummy? Just incase you didn't know.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match
So I have sunk so low in this "Missing Cowboy" despair that I resorted to signing up for Match last night. It was beyond painful. However, I have had two "winks" and an email already & the guys are average......they don't look too desperate or pathetic, as I seem to be right now.
I did this in the hopes of "God helps those who help themselves" so that if I appear to be helping myself, Cowboy will return. I say the "return" thing because that's what I want. I don't care what other people think. I don't care what they have to say. I understand their concerns & take it into consideration, but when it comes down to it, he is who I wanted to spend my life with. I was lucky to find someone to be my best friend, love, and partner in crime. No matter what I wanted to do, he would always say "As long as we are spending time together, I will do whatever it is you want". He holds many of the same qualities that my Dad does, and if you know me well enough, you know my Dad is perfect in my eyes. All but alcoholic Brent have come back to try again and I am the fool for not having given them a second chance. I am at a point in my life where if Cowboy rides back into town I'd gladly saddle up with him & not think twice. Not because I am desperate. Not because I want to get on with life. I want him for all of his qualities & his faults. I want to work on my faults with him & his patience for my silliness.
So, in the meantime, I will be responding to the "winks" that come through and sit through coffee, drinks, dinner or movies with these new-found potentials for outings & enjoy it for what it is............experience & time-consuming.
I did this in the hopes of "God helps those who help themselves" so that if I appear to be helping myself, Cowboy will return. I say the "return" thing because that's what I want. I don't care what other people think. I don't care what they have to say. I understand their concerns & take it into consideration, but when it comes down to it, he is who I wanted to spend my life with. I was lucky to find someone to be my best friend, love, and partner in crime. No matter what I wanted to do, he would always say "As long as we are spending time together, I will do whatever it is you want". He holds many of the same qualities that my Dad does, and if you know me well enough, you know my Dad is perfect in my eyes. All but alcoholic Brent have come back to try again and I am the fool for not having given them a second chance. I am at a point in my life where if Cowboy rides back into town I'd gladly saddle up with him & not think twice. Not because I am desperate. Not because I want to get on with life. I want him for all of his qualities & his faults. I want to work on my faults with him & his patience for my silliness.
So, in the meantime, I will be responding to the "winks" that come through and sit through coffee, drinks, dinner or movies with these new-found potentials for outings & enjoy it for what it is............experience & time-consuming.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Keeping Busy to Keep Sane
I have been trying my best to pack my schedule full of activities to keep my mind off of him. I thought it was supposed to get easier as the days go by & yet it gets more difficult & I can't figure out why. I cry at the drop of a hat.....literally. For example, I went to the bank yesterday & the stupid teller didn't close the drawer at the drive-up window fast enough & two checks + my license blew out & into a HUGE puddle behind me. I had to get out & get soaked & gather up my checks. When I asked her if the other two were still in teh drawer, instead of her pulling them out to save them, she opened it & off go the otehr two. Back into the puddle I go.........I wanted to just get in the car & drive home, not caring if I even had the checks let alone deposited them. I wanted to burst into tears & not stop. This pain is horrible and I know it's minor compared to the problems of so many others, but it's my pain & its breaking me down.
I went out Friday, Saturday, Monday night & hope to be out tonight as well just so I don't have to sit alone. I have plans for Wed, Thurs & Friday night........now I have to fill Sautrday & Sunday and all will be good. Plus, I hope to meet random people to go out with, but so far only old men. Drat! I realize that I am literally running from my problems, but I don't know what else to do. It's that or call him & cry to him. And since that isn't an option.......drinks while out it is!
KDP and I went to FOUR last night for their 50% off dinners.......yummy again and what I didn't realize was that they have a HUGE screen & many........many hot men gather there for the Monday Night Football game. I am so going there next week just for a drink so I can sit & watch too. I figure I don't have work til 10:30ish so why not? Whose going with me?
I went out Friday, Saturday, Monday night & hope to be out tonight as well just so I don't have to sit alone. I have plans for Wed, Thurs & Friday night........now I have to fill Sautrday & Sunday and all will be good. Plus, I hope to meet random people to go out with, but so far only old men. Drat! I realize that I am literally running from my problems, but I don't know what else to do. It's that or call him & cry to him. And since that isn't an option.......drinks while out it is!
KDP and I went to FOUR last night for their 50% off dinners.......yummy again and what I didn't realize was that they have a HUGE screen & many........many hot men gather there for the Monday Night Football game. I am so going there next week just for a drink so I can sit & watch too. I figure I don't have work til 10:30ish so why not? Whose going with me?
Friday, January 05, 2007
Strutting it at the Katwalk & a Little Bit of Drunk Dialing
Elaine (former peof crak to keep you updated) and I went in to the city to see the Museum of the City of New York. We met at 1:30 in Penn & took the 6 up to 110th Street. Dumped in the midst of Harlem and unable to pull out a map so that we wouldn't look too obvious, we just started walking. In the wrong direction. We stopped on a corner that seemed safe enough and E. pulled out the miniature map to help us get our bearings straight. So when we realized we went the wrong way, we crossed over so that the far north regions of Central Park were on our right & we moved briskly back to where we should be. Finding the museum wasn't so hard once we started down the number streets.
The museum was small & had a lot of interesting things to see. We saw the Black Fashion exhibit, a Purse exhibit (so many pretty ones I would lovelovelove to carry, a firemen display, pen/pencil/ink sketches of the city, a furniture exhibit dating back to 1609, and a film narrated by Stanley Tucci that gave the history of the development of the island of Manhattan. E. was quick to point out that this is the first museum we did in it's entirety. YIPPEE!!!
We left there around 4:20 and started to walk from 5th to Lexington along 103rd Street. ................................ 103rd just sort of ends and we were walking through an apartment complex, then through a pedestrian tunnel, and past a lot of bodega thingys. All questionable since we stood out like sore thumbs. Finally finding the subway entrance, we had our cards ready (thank goodness) and hurried down the steps to catch that next train and get ourselves back to familiar territory.
E. wanted to eat at Wichcraft. It's a gourmet sandwich place that has a few locations and one happens to be on 5th and 46th. So we walked and looked and walked and looked some more. A bit of back-tracking and we found it. Looking closed. It was 4:58 and we were starving and the sign said they were open until 6 but they looked closed. When the two people behind the counter are scraping the grill, I think it's a sign they do not want to cook anymore. And there was only one guy sitting at a table on a laptop & he looked like he worked there as well.
The good thing about E. and me doing things together is that we always have a fall-back plan. We had wanted to go to Katwalk and that was located on 35th and 5th. Their happy hour began at 5 and we wanted in. We were starving at this point & thankfully they offer appetizers. When we got there, there was one person sitting at the bar. That was it. Pretty desolate. But we got a cute table where we could see a lot of the action that would hopefully unfold in the next hour or so.
Our not-too-bright waitress took our drink & food order & we soaked in all the scenery. We got hummus & pitas along with nachos LOADED with sour cream (E. said we should have called Mr. NYU to come), cheese, and salsa. I had a Jolly Rancher martini & E. had a Mochatini. Apparently it was so good, she ordered another. We were 1/2 way done with our first drinks before the food came. Not good for us because we really can't drink, even though we say we can, and I was feeling it a bit before I had my first nacho.
Lots of guys at this place. I have never seen such a ratio of men to women where the women really have a pick of men. I have to say decent to good-looking guys here too. And good music until 7:30. I don't know what happened but the music changed and not for the better. By drink #2, there was an older man looking at us. I don't mean glancing over and I don't mean 40ish. E. said he had to be in his fifties and he was literally turning around and staring at us. EW!
We agreed that two drinks was enough for us, especially since we had to stand up slowly to see if we could even stand. We agreed that this is a place to go often, and even talked about how cool it would be to work there. We then talked about getting (some of us NEEDING) coffee so that the walk to the train station would actually happen and I wouldn't fall asleep on the 50 minute ride back.
We then talked about drunk dialing. And before I knew it, I had Gameboy on the phone. I asked him where he was.........literally 20 blocks away.....and told--well sort of ordered---him to come and make out with me. While I had no problem convincing him, E. was on the phone dialing TLS. Why? I have no freaking clue. She has a couple of guys she could be calling and yet she called him. (total segway but we talked earlier while walking about how we really aren't bright at all. Yeah yeah we have degrees and teach college and all that rubbish, but when it comes to basic sense......not so much) I wanted to call Cowboy but since we no longer speak, let alone have anything to talk about since he derailed my life, I turned to my standby. Well, Gameboy was there in a matter of minutes and we talked. Then he had to get going because he had an inspector coming and E. got up to give us a few moments. She was barely out of sight when we started kissing. It felt so good to kiss someone again. Granted, this was for no longer than two minutes, but oh so worth it. I needed it to help me begin repairing myself with the devastation I have experienced. Don't get me wrong, I would go to Cowboy in a heartbeat if he called but I know that won't happen so I have to move on. And I am not moving backwards as in going back with Gameboy, but he is helping to pass the time. I only shed a handful of tears last night as opposed to the bawling I go through most nights.
City bars with good looking men, good drinks, and a bit of drunk dialing isn't so bad!
The museum was small & had a lot of interesting things to see. We saw the Black Fashion exhibit, a Purse exhibit (so many pretty ones I would lovelovelove to carry, a firemen display, pen/pencil/ink sketches of the city, a furniture exhibit dating back to 1609, and a film narrated by Stanley Tucci that gave the history of the development of the island of Manhattan. E. was quick to point out that this is the first museum we did in it's entirety. YIPPEE!!!
We left there around 4:20 and started to walk from 5th to Lexington along 103rd Street. ................................ 103rd just sort of ends and we were walking through an apartment complex, then through a pedestrian tunnel, and past a lot of bodega thingys. All questionable since we stood out like sore thumbs. Finally finding the subway entrance, we had our cards ready (thank goodness) and hurried down the steps to catch that next train and get ourselves back to familiar territory.
E. wanted to eat at Wichcraft. It's a gourmet sandwich place that has a few locations and one happens to be on 5th and 46th. So we walked and looked and walked and looked some more. A bit of back-tracking and we found it. Looking closed. It was 4:58 and we were starving and the sign said they were open until 6 but they looked closed. When the two people behind the counter are scraping the grill, I think it's a sign they do not want to cook anymore. And there was only one guy sitting at a table on a laptop & he looked like he worked there as well.
The good thing about E. and me doing things together is that we always have a fall-back plan. We had wanted to go to Katwalk and that was located on 35th and 5th. Their happy hour began at 5 and we wanted in. We were starving at this point & thankfully they offer appetizers. When we got there, there was one person sitting at the bar. That was it. Pretty desolate. But we got a cute table where we could see a lot of the action that would hopefully unfold in the next hour or so.
Our not-too-bright waitress took our drink & food order & we soaked in all the scenery. We got hummus & pitas along with nachos LOADED with sour cream (E. said we should have called Mr. NYU to come), cheese, and salsa. I had a Jolly Rancher martini & E. had a Mochatini. Apparently it was so good, she ordered another. We were 1/2 way done with our first drinks before the food came. Not good for us because we really can't drink, even though we say we can, and I was feeling it a bit before I had my first nacho.
Lots of guys at this place. I have never seen such a ratio of men to women where the women really have a pick of men. I have to say decent to good-looking guys here too. And good music until 7:30. I don't know what happened but the music changed and not for the better. By drink #2, there was an older man looking at us. I don't mean glancing over and I don't mean 40ish. E. said he had to be in his fifties and he was literally turning around and staring at us. EW!
We agreed that two drinks was enough for us, especially since we had to stand up slowly to see if we could even stand. We agreed that this is a place to go often, and even talked about how cool it would be to work there. We then talked about getting (some of us NEEDING) coffee so that the walk to the train station would actually happen and I wouldn't fall asleep on the 50 minute ride back.
We then talked about drunk dialing. And before I knew it, I had Gameboy on the phone. I asked him where he was.........literally 20 blocks away.....and told--well sort of ordered---him to come and make out with me. While I had no problem convincing him, E. was on the phone dialing TLS. Why? I have no freaking clue. She has a couple of guys she could be calling and yet she called him. (total segway but we talked earlier while walking about how we really aren't bright at all. Yeah yeah we have degrees and teach college and all that rubbish, but when it comes to basic sense......not so much) I wanted to call Cowboy but since we no longer speak, let alone have anything to talk about since he derailed my life, I turned to my standby. Well, Gameboy was there in a matter of minutes and we talked. Then he had to get going because he had an inspector coming and E. got up to give us a few moments. She was barely out of sight when we started kissing. It felt so good to kiss someone again. Granted, this was for no longer than two minutes, but oh so worth it. I needed it to help me begin repairing myself with the devastation I have experienced. Don't get me wrong, I would go to Cowboy in a heartbeat if he called but I know that won't happen so I have to move on. And I am not moving backwards as in going back with Gameboy, but he is helping to pass the time. I only shed a handful of tears last night as opposed to the bawling I go through most nights.
City bars with good looking men, good drinks, and a bit of drunk dialing isn't so bad!
Monday, January 01, 2007
New Year.............same sob
Went out with KDP last night to ring in what Ihope is a fabulous '07. We had drinks.......talked to people..........watched the ball drop on a tiny screen.............felt my phone buzzing...........text from Cowboy "I know you hate me and you should but I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year".
I offered to him this past week to move out there so we could be together. He said no because he wants Laura (the slut). He likes his friends & his parents are getting along with him so he decided that since the last 11 weeks have been good, he'll make major life decisions for the both of us without telling me. I wanted to reply. I wanted to send something back. I had three in mind: 1) f* off 2) don't call me until you are in NY and need me to help you move in with me 3) stop ruining my holidays. He destroyed Christmas & now sent this peach of a wish at 11:58 last night.
Went to KDP's apt. for some wine & to exchange presents because we had yet to do that. She went WAY overboard! She gave me a webkins bear, a cheesecake factory certificate & bear, a photo album, and a few other things. I loved it all.
We enjoyed hummus with our Pindar wine & watched Carson Daly look a bit too old to do his New Year's thing & I left around 2:30 to drive the 1/2 hour back home.
Her apartment is amazing! She can never ever move. This is worse than my benz. It's like there's nowhere to go but down. I lovelovelove her apt. and told her she should start bawling and throw herself on the floor and beg the in-laws to buy it.
'07 better not suck.
I offered to him this past week to move out there so we could be together. He said no because he wants Laura (the slut). He likes his friends & his parents are getting along with him so he decided that since the last 11 weeks have been good, he'll make major life decisions for the both of us without telling me. I wanted to reply. I wanted to send something back. I had three in mind: 1) f* off 2) don't call me until you are in NY and need me to help you move in with me 3) stop ruining my holidays. He destroyed Christmas & now sent this peach of a wish at 11:58 last night.
Went to KDP's apt. for some wine & to exchange presents because we had yet to do that. She went WAY overboard! She gave me a webkins bear, a cheesecake factory certificate & bear, a photo album, and a few other things. I loved it all.
We enjoyed hummus with our Pindar wine & watched Carson Daly look a bit too old to do his New Year's thing & I left around 2:30 to drive the 1/2 hour back home.
Her apartment is amazing! She can never ever move. This is worse than my benz. It's like there's nowhere to go but down. I lovelovelove her apt. and told her she should start bawling and throw herself on the floor and beg the in-laws to buy it.
'07 better not suck.
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