Continuing In The Lunacy

I have not heard from the Mechanic since Sunday night when he called at 11:30 pm to tell me he had been at Jones Beach all day & has been in my neighborhood often but doesn't call. He called last night at 7:00. And again at 10:30. He made one last attempt at 11:30 and we chatted/argued. I said "Why are you calling?" He said "To talk. See how you are." I asked why and he said because he wanted to see what was going on. I told him that this is too frustrating because it went from him calling 3 time a day and wanting to hang out a lot....I think we hung out 9 times in less than 3 weeks. To him only calling me after the fact that the night was over.

I told him its ridiculous. I invite him to hang out with me & friends but he doesn't. He said its because they are looking for women. I said "What do you think my friends & I are doing? We are looking for men. You can still come, though." He then said that they act immature and I wouldn't want to be around that. Again, I point out that I can leave whenever I want and I know he's immature. Big shocker there.

He gave me a hard time & changed his story three times in under two minutes. I told him to forget it. He said he'd call me tomorrow. I asked why and he said to talk. About what I have no clue.

He called at 1:30 am as if it were 1:30 pm and wanted to chat. I said no. He became angry and asked why not. I told him, again, to call me at nromal hours and that he had just said two hours earlier that he'd call the next day...why two hours later? More nager and we hung up.

I am so lost. I need to figure out what it is I am putting out there & reign it back in.

I am also calling Mr. Finance today to ask him to delete my number from his cell. He has had two weeks to call and chat. He has had two weeks to set up one of the many dates he planned that first night we met at Blue Honu. He has called two nights and both times it was after 11;30. Kind of like I am a booty call. Kind of like I am a second choice. Sort of in the way that there were no takers while he was out & thought "Hey. Maybe that Grotter chick is desperate enough to meet me, a total stranger, at 1am to 'hang out'". Boy does he have the wrong woman.

I am not liking this at all.

My Very Own Post-It Experience

The Phys Ed. teacher called me at 10:04 Tuesday, just as predicted. I didn't bother to get back to him. He called again Wednesday at 10:04....seeing a pattern?.........and I was too busy to care. He did not leave a message either time. I sent a text an hour later "Hey. Saw you called. What's up?" He called an hour later & I was busy & again, no message.



While out with Crak.......shopping for jeans.....I sent another text to Phys. Ed. saying the same thing and pointing out that he didn't leave a message. He called two hours later, while we were wrapping up our shopping extravaganza with some yummy summer Starbucks drinks. I answered. Crak braced herself.



The conversation went from the usual "hey. what's up?" to me asking why he was even calling me since he only calls during work hours & it's been a month and we have yet to even go out once. He explained that he is not looking for a relationship or a girlfriend and that is what I want, according to him. I told him he doesn't know what I want since we met once at a bar & chatted for a bit. He knows nothing about me. Heck--I don't even know his last name. He said he likes to get to know people over the phone. I said that I am not into that & it's better to go out face-to-face and get to know the person. He kept saying how I am a nice person and that I wnt a relationship. I pointed out that I just got out of one a few months ago and just wnt to go out on dates...hang out with people.

Crak looked like she was going to burst.

He then asked where I was & I told him Starbucks in Carle Place. He said he hated CP and then said "Are youdoing this infront of people? Oh God. That's so wrong!" I lied and said I wasn't, but I didn't really care.

After I basically yelled at him for being a moron, he asked how my holiday weekend was and if I was doing anything. Huh? How does one transition so fast? He talked as if we've been friends for awhile now & hang out often. I finally said I had to go & hung up.

Crak couldn't believe that this guy took my attitude & then still wanted to have a covnersation and all. I couldn't either. I am so glad she was there for it, though, because, again, it's just too unbelievable!

He said he'll 'call later'. I'm not holding my breathe.

The Man In Uniform Comments

I got a text from MIU two days ago saying that he was skimming the blog & it was almost painful to read. Yeah. Thanks. I called him & chatted yesterday & pointed out that I know its all too weird. If I didn't have witnesses for most of the occurrances, I don't think anyone would believe me. I am likening my experiences to the 'Sex & the City' episode where Carrie is broken up with on a post-it note. Berger leaves the post-it on her laptop saying "I'm Sorry. I can't. Don't hate me." Who does that? And then she runs into his friends and when they do not react the way others do, she demonstrates the shocked look for him.

Yeah. That's me right now. And it gets better, MIU. Read on!

And I Continue To Ask ...

What is with these men? Sunday night found KDP & me in Long Beach bars. We started out at Speakeasy, where the funny man from Wednesday night was tending. He hooked us up with a drink & we stood & chatted. The self-appointed mayor of LB stopped by & chatted us up for awhile. After tiring of that crowd, we moved on to Minnesota's. which was way too crowded & not worth it at that point.

We moved along, planning on going into Minnesota's Beach Club, the newest in LB hang outs, when we stopped outside of another small establishment called Trainors. It was somewhat empty & easy to get to the bar & get s drink. It was getting crowded fast, so we grabbed a tall table to stand at, and literally two minutes later a guy came over and started talking to us. He looked to be about 37 but claims he is 28/29. He never introduced himself but talked with us for 1/2 hour. He's new to the area, coming from Syracuse, and likes it here. He's a professional and has a good job in Garden City. However, while we were talking, my phone was ringing off the hook and I finally went outside to take it. It was Mr. Finance from last weekend, calling again at what I consider an obscene hour since we haven't met or talked since that night we met at Blue Honu.

He was at Paddy's, where Wednesday began for us, and wanted me to go to Huntington to hang out. I pointed out that I do not appreciate these late night calls, seeing as he had all week to set something up. He called at 11:00, 12:00, and 1:30 all on Sunday night. I told him to call me midweek to set up something real.

At 11:25pm, the Mechanic called. I had told him the other night, as well, to call me when he wants to actually go out again. And to call me at a normal hour. Well, being that his head is full of hardware & he is not bright, he called again last night at 1am because he was in Glen Cove & wanted to know if I wanted to get coffee. Thankfully I was asleep & the phone was off.

But, I digress. After two the calls, I went back in & the mystery man had already left....leaving KDP standing there alone. Not very nice. He told her to say goodbye to me. I felt bad, seeing as I wanted to give him my number just to go hang out. I mean, he is new and all, and I could show him all the Island has to offer. So, KDP is now on the lookout for him over the next few weeks for me.

True to form, guess who called at 10:04 this morning? The Phys ed. teacher whom I left that message for on Friday while out with Crak & waiting for the Blonde & KDP to show up. I knew he'd call today. Why? His second cell is back on after the weekend & the suspected live-in girlfriend is nowhere in earshot so it's safe.

So far, the only one calling the way one is supposed to is the Detective and he's set up plans for dinner on Saturday night. He did this a week in advance. It's real. It's sweet. It's not the one I want, but I am not picky right now.

What Is With These Men?

And I use the term "men" loosely. The Phys. Ed. teacher didn't call midweek like he had said he would. He never made plans of any kind with me. So, I called him Friday afternoon and left a message on his cell. Why a message? Because every time I ever call it, it goes right to voicemail. It does not ring even once. This leads me to believe that he has 2 cells : one that he really uses & the one he uses to cheat on a girlfriend.

I left him this message: "Hi Phys Ed. It's Grotter. I thought you were calling midweek because I thought we were making plans for this weekend. I guess not. I don't understand why you'd ask for someone's number.....I even said you don't have to take it....I had a nice time just talking. But you insisted many times that you wanted to go out. I had fun that night. I was happy to go out and meet up with you. I guess it was just a line, like I said to you & you denied. Oh well, you know the number. Otherwise, best of luck to you".

The fool called and left me this message: "Hi Grotter. It's Phys Ed. Yeah, sorry about not calling you but I'm not a nice guy. I'm just not a nice guy. I don't know why I do this, but I do. And you are a nice girl & I'm just not. I didn't want to do this over the phone & didn't want to say this on voicemail, but I'm just not nice. Not that I am mean to people, but..................... ..................................well I don't know. I like talking to you. And I liked hanging out with you. But, yeah I'm just not a nice guy. Anyway, if you want to give me a call, that'd be fine!"

I was laughing so hard. Who does that? Who says all of that crap? Well, I wanted a reason & got the most stupid one I ever expected. Or didn't expect for that matter.

I called back. Ofcourse it went to voicemail immediately because these men have a whole system working. "Hi. I'm out, if you can't hear the background noise. I'm out because I was going to be whether it was with you or not. You said we'd go out but you never called. That's fine. I don't think its that you aren't a nice guy. I think its that you are dumb when it comes to calling people. I was placing bets that you have a live-in girlfriend and you were thinking of cheating on her. That & since you are a guy, a jock who hasn't really grown up, a phys ed. teacher competitive kind of guy, you didn't want your friends to show you up & get a number while you didn't. So, whatever. If you want to call, you know the number".

I wonder if I'll hear from him on Tuesday at 10:01 when he would ususally call on his break at work. Don't really care. Not holding my breath.

Hadn't heard from Mr. Finance. Met him last Saturday. He said he'd call. He did on Sunday night. He said he'd call midweek to set up a date. He didn't. Color me shocked. I sent him a text Thursday (on my trek into Queens to try & keep up with KDP) and it said "Hey. How's your week going?" He sent it back immediately "Good. Yours?" I replied "Great. Maybe we'll see youguys out this weekend".

I heard nothing after that.

Until 1:30 am last night. He called. "Hi. Its Finance. What are you up to? Are you out? If you are, call and maybe we can meet up."

huh? what? he calls now? why?

I saw this at 6 this morning when I woke up for no reason & ruined what had been a nice sleep. I sent a text at that time. "Hey. Thought you were calling midweek so we could go out. Was that a booty call? If you want to talk, call at a normal time."

What the heck kind of vibe do I give off & what am I attracting? This can't be good.

Continuous Outs With The Girls

Fridya night found us at Mulcahys. I never made it a habit of going there. But, we had planned on it last week & had to change our plans because it was toga/frat night. And, since the four of us have gone out almost every night this week, we needed something semi-local.

The place was pretty empty for a Friday night. They had the patio open & the band, Allstars, playing. Not a bad night. A former highschool student found me & made it a point of coming over. I am iused to hearing "Hey Professor", but this time it was a "Hey Ms. M." greeting. Oh I am so old! We pointed out that it has been seven years since we last saw one another. Yeah. 7. That's a lot. He called me 'cute' and wants to keep in touch. I also saw someone who graduated a year after me. Ugh. This is why I don't do the local scene.

The men on site were of slim pickings & interest. A very tall, goony guy deliberatly bumped into the Blonde and when she didn't respond, danced away. An hour later (and probably 4 beers more in him) he & two friends saw me dancing & pointed at me. So I pointed back & (ugh) they came over. He was scary. "Bobby" is how he introduced himself. His friends "Johnny" and the other guy (whose name I did not hear), just stood there. Johnny took to talking with Crak & they ended up spending the entire evening together. Nice! He was cute & seeemd sweet & shy. They big/drunk/goony one? Tried grabbing my hand and dragging me onto the dance floor. I had to yank my hand away and walk back to the group. His friends tried to say "Oh. He likes you> Youshould dance with him'. I said "That's nice. I don't care". He was then seen making out with some other girl less than 30 minutes later so I don't think he suffered in any way.

Again, not a lot of guys there & too many of the 22 year age. I was tired & KDP & I bailed at 11:40. I know that isn't late, but I was out in some capacity every night since last Thursday & 8 nights catches up with me fast. I figure I'll keep this up until I hit the ground (literally).

Nairly A Catatrosphe

On an impulse, I bought that Nair product with the "Bladeless Shaver". It promises no cuts, no nicks, and smoooooooooth legs. It lasts longer than shaving. So, being the lazy gal I am, I decided to try it out. I read the directions and it seemed like so much work for what better work. Shake the bottle. Put on the applicator top. Squeeze a thick coating of this (smelly) stuff onto legs. Schmear it with the back of the bladeless razor. In 3 minutes, test a patch to see if hair comes off easily. Okay...I guess I can do this.

I put it on. Two minutes into it, my legs began burning & itching. This can't be good. I sucked it up and waited another minute. Now I have an itch on my head from where my ponytail was pulling the hair in the wrong direction. So I scratch it. DRAT! I look at my hand because there was something there. EW! It's the lotion. OMG! Did I get it on my hair? Is it on the sclap? Will a patch of hair on my head now fall out? On No!

Okay....time to see if this will come off. Nope. Wait another two minutes while legs are turning reddish & burn so bad. Try another patch. Hmmmm........ some came off. Not all. Not completely smooth. Ow ow ow! Burning! Burning my skin. Get it off!

As I take the bladeless shaver, which is now leaving red streaks over my legs, and scoop this smelly lotion off, its now dripping onto the floor, onto the bath mat, all over. I finally got all of it off and washed my legs with the lukewarm water. Red. PAtchy. Splotchy. Sort of smooth. Not completely. Oh well......I'll be happy as long as that patch of hair on my head doesn't drop out this weekend.

Rules To Follow When You Are The Wingman.....aka......LL's Borthday

So LL had a birthday yesterday. Crak told me I should come out for it...seeing as she, the Candyman, and Prettybird didn't really want to go in the first place. I said I'd go because I just want to be out. I am having a lot of fun being out. I was on the phone with KDP & told her to come, too, since we'd be in her neck of the woods & she is off for the holiday weekend.

The original plan was LL would be at Paddy McGee's at 5:30 "until whenever". Candyman wanted to go to The Inn instead beauce the highschool heartthrob hangs out there. I got a call from Crak at 6:30 telling me that there was now a 'dinner plan' for 7:30 and was anyone getting dinner there, too. Crak wanted to know when dinner was even a part of the plan. I wouldn't know because I was an invite of Crak's...not LL's. LL knew that Crak and Candyman would not be there until 9 so why dinner? (sidenote--Prettybird didn't show.)

We got to Paddy's at 9. We said our 'hellos' and sat at the (almost deserted) bar. LL came over to the bar after dinner and stayed for twenty minutes. She had been given many birthday drinks and had to go to work the next day so.............
The Blonde was there for dinner & came over to hang at the bar as well. LL left and there were now 5 of us wanting to go out & do something.

We drove to Long Beach & passed The Inn to see if there was anything going on. Wanna know whose out on a Wednesday? Apparently just us. Darn. The Inn was not full. So we drove down a bit further to Minnesotas. The 5 of us went in and the place was somewhat busy. But, their bar's baseball team had played a game and they were hanging out there. As well, there were both Mets & Yankees games on so many men watching the screens.

The men we had situated ourselves around turned out to be married. Hmmm....no good. I went to the ladies room and when I came back, the ladies had moved to the other side of the bar. With that, Candyman decided she'd infiltrate the two guys that were there by asking if a barstool was taken. Score! She just got two guys in to the circle. The two guys were nice. The Irishman was so funny but he had taken up to chatting with the Blonde, Crak, and Candyman. That left his good-looking but extremely dumb friend to talk to KDP and me.

Out of nowhere, the good-looking dumb boy tells us that he's his friend's wingman. Ummm.....doesn't that mean that the friend is interested in one of the other three and you are here entertaining the leftovers to help him out? In the meantime, I thought we were the wingmen so that the Blonde could work on the Irishman. So I said to the good-looking dumb boy "First of all, never tell the women you are speaking with that you are the wingman. That makes them feel like the ugly step sisters. And, how do you know that we (KDP & me) aren't the wingmen for one of the otehr 3 to chat with your friend?" He didn't really understand that concept. And, I realy thought the Blonde was afer the Irishman. She & I have the same taste and I wanted him too, but she took a HUGE hit for me last week so this was no biggie.

Anyway, I digress. After a lot of pointless talking, the two groups reunite & the ladies ask me if I was going to make out with the dumb boy. I said I thought the Blonde was trying to make out with the Irishman. He said "Well somebody better be swapping some spit tonight". We decided to 'lock it up' and call it a night. No numbers. No make outs. No men. Nothing. However, this was only Wednesday and maybe a good warm-up session for Friday.

I got in at 2 and collapsed. Oh so tired but happier than I've been in awhile.

**Wingmen: keep in mind that the ONLY person(s) who should know that you are the wingman is the person for whom you are playing wingman !

Up On A Roof.................

Last year, Crak found this great event called "On the Rooftop". For a flat fee, it gives you access to a swanky bar's rooftop scene, free drinks (by sponsors of the event) for two hours, and a goody bag that has close to $100 worth of 'stuff' in it. We were able to only attend one of the four last year & had made plans to try & go to all four this time.

Last night kicked off the festivities. We were at A60 down on Thompson. We got there a bit after 6 and were whisked up to the penthouse roof. How awesome is it to get into an elevator & have to have the guard put in the 'special card' to give you access to that floor? Too cool!

Anyway, we stepped out & were immediately offered the drinks of the evening, but held off because we wanted to settle in first & thought we'd just grab them at the bar. This roof was different than expected. It was split in two. We walked out to the right & saw a couch, and since there'd be 4 of us, decided to stake our claim. On our side, we had no bar, but we had a more intimate setting, a nice view of the water, and the sunset. So so pretty! The other side had a shot of the Empire State, he bar, and the lavatories. Nice.

We sat & chatted & drank............about 5 or 6 of the peach nectar elixers....... for over two hours. It was such a sophisticated evening, if you ask me.

At 8:40, we went to get our goody bags. Last year, Crak and I went down too late & there was one left. We ended up splitting it. This year, I was determined to make sure we each got one, since we each (technically) paid for one.

I had to contach the Military man, as we were meeting at Stout to finally meet for the first time & talk face-to-face. Crak came along, as she has now been on three dates with me. I enjoy her coming along, as long as she's happy. The Military man is actually now a detective with the NYCPD. Nice! We were lucky enough to have snagged two stools at the bar right by the door. This way, when he came in, hopefully he'd recognize me & would make this whole "meeting thing" a lot easier. He sat & we gabbed for the next hour effortlessly. We talked about jobs, travel, cars, and he touched upon politics & his ex-wife. THUNK His what? Hmmm.....I don't remember him mentioning that before & I think we asked each other if we'd been married or have kids. Hmmmm. I'll look back in my notes.

The Detective was so nice. Again, the conversation flowed & we left off with tentative plans for dinner soon. He then sent me a text that he had a nice time & to call him when I got to my car at home so he knew I was there safe & without incident. Sweet. I was not attracted to him. He was okay-looking. Average. as are many of us. But I didn't feel that 'spark'. Crak said she didn't feel it either. Gotta love that second opinion. Keeps me from thinking that I've gone completely shallow. I'll go out with him again, solo this time, and see what happens. I think he's better as 'friend' material, but I'll give him a shot.

Playing Games

I guess that's what comes with a gym teacher. He called twice yesterday. The first time he was at work so we chatted for just a few minutes. Wanna know why he didn't call all weekend? His calf hurt. Apparently, it hurt so much that it inhibited his fingers from dialing & his voice from being able to carry on a conversation. Poor Baby!

He then called on his way to practice. He asked me a few questions. He then said something about me getting numbers when I go out. I explained that I do not give my number out to everyone. And, when it is given out, I expect the person to use it. He said he doesn't take numbers often but wanted mine and wasn't sure what to do. So I said "Well, I guess your wife doesn't allow you to hang out with the guys too often, so it would be hard to get numbers". He said -shocked- that he isn't married. I said "Oh. Well, there you go".

He asked if I had categorized him as some random number-taking guy. I said "Yes. Sort of". I pointed out that talking on the phone is fine but it's better in person. I also said I don't understand why someone would want your number and then not use it. Or that they use it just to have a phone relationship. None of it makes sense to me. He then said he'd like to come over, bring a movie & take out, and just hang. Ummmmm. No. I am not sure if he was serious or kidding, but....ummmm.....no. Was this his lame attempt at making plans?

Now we are back to "I'll call you later in the week to set something up". Why? Why so many aimless calls? Why no plans for Friday or Saturday? Why can't he say "Hey. Let's meet at ___________ around ______________" instead of this "I'll call you" crap? Again, if you want to go out, say so! I am obviously taking your calls! I ask questions and am interested in what you do! So there's no fear of rejection. What is the problem???

Could He Be...........(Gulp)...........Married?

The Phys. Ed teacher is so vague, I can't get any read on him. HE took my number--from my friends--and said he wanted it so we could go to dinner. He took a whole week to call. I didn't hear from him that weekend because he'left his cell at work'. Yeah...........right. He calls while he is on break at work. He has called only during work hours. Except for one time when he called at 7:30 and was driving to someone's house for a football meeting. He sent me texts Friday. I called Saturday & it went right to voicemail so I left him a message. I sent him a text later that night because we (Crak, the Blonde, and I) were going to Blue Honu...the scene of the mnumber swapping.

I didn't hear from him at all.

Until today. 8:50 am (when school is just beginning?) I receive a text "Sorry for not getting back to you still not feeling well". That was it.

I just have this feeling that he is either married or lives with his girlfriend. I hope I am so wrong but there's just something.............................

Oh My! What Big Muscles You Have!

There's a bit to catch up on here. I'll start with the last two weeks & then fill in last night. The Phys. Ed. Instructor (with the arms I can hang from) called finally a week after he took my number. I think the 3-day rule is silly, but a week! Give me a break. He left a vague message for me to call back. I called him the next day (last Friday) and had to leave him a message. Well, no word from him all weekend. Whatever. Then, on Monday, we finally get to talk. It was pretty much the same conversation we had at the bar a week earlier. Fine. He calls Tuesday & we talk. About the same things. Again. Then he texts me because I had class. We talked Wednesday & Thursday, too. Okay. Not too bad. Ah, Friday again. Two weeks since he took my number and one week since he began calling. He texts me: "How's your day off going?" I sent it back "Good. How's work?" "Boring" is the response. "Well, at least you will have fun plans for the weekend to keep you going." "Nope. Don't feel well. Low key weekend".

And there's his out. He has not called since Thursday & the texts on Friday were our last contact. Hey buddy: if you aren't interested, then don't call! But, also, don't make a BIG fuss about getting/taking my number. How about.....just don't!

We move from one set of biceps to another. I have been hanging out quite a bit with the Mechanic. I don't know why. It's like I'm addicted, or something. We have nothing to really talk about since he doesn't understand words with more than one syllable, unless it involves cars. But he's so pretty to look at. How can I not go hang out with him?

To round out the top three sets of male arms, I went to Blue Honu again last night. Crak, the Blonde & I were originally going to Mulcaheys. But they had "Frat Nite" going on and that's the last thing I need to be involved with. We couldn't come up with anything more local & did have such a good time two weeks ago, so why not trek it on out there?

It was dead. It was also couples night. However, things began to pick up & the place filled in around 11:00. I saw a guy who was cute -- from a distance -- and the Blonde went over to him & said that I thought he was cute & to come over & talk with me. So he did. And he brought his rambunctious crew with him. Mr. Finance is 29 & has bigger biceps than the last two mentioned. They are the size of Crak's head. He was nice & friendly, but can't carry a conversation to save his life. Nervous? Maybe. He was very touchy/feely and I kind of minded but then again what the heck. Well, his obscenely large friend came over....talked to him.....pointed at Crak......then somehow put his arm around her & staked his claim for the evening. It was very "Me Tarzan. You Jane", conking her on the head & dragging her back to his cave by her long hair type of thing. He was drunk....and getting more-so by the minute. He was insanely large. Did I mention that? All three of us could have stood behind him & you would have never known that there was anyone there. Blonde sacrificed herself for the evening & kept herself 'busy' watching the surfing show they had playing on the screen. Mr. Finance had his arm around me the rest of the evening & the large gorilla-like man (who happened to also be wearing eye liner) kept making out with Crak. She says it's me whose the bad influence, but I like to think of myself more as inspiration.

All in all, last night was almost as good as it was two weeks ago. Even better....both Mr. Finance & Neanderthal called both of us today. Like they said they would. Hmmm......men who follow through with their word? Could this possibly be? Let's see what the week brings.

So I Needed A Tune-Up. So What?

Yes, the Mechanic called. And apologized. And asked if I'd hang out with him since he won't see me for a whole week. Awww! So I agreed to go spend some time with him on my Sunday evening. I drove out to see him......40 minutes away......for which he offered me gas money. I told him I don't want his money but the offer was sweet.

I got to his house & the plan was to get coffee & head down to the water. He wasn't ready & told me to come in for a few minutes. I wasn't in his house 5 minutes when the phone rang & he answered. It was his dad. Home. In the driveway. So he said "We're outta here. You're going to have to meet my dad, though, so get ready." Ummm......ugghhhh.......oooohhhhh mmmmyyyyy..............what? So there we were....walking out of the house & running right into his dad. His dad was very nice, talked to me for a few minutes and complimented my car.

Then the Mechanic & I hopped into his truck & off we went....down to the water. We talked, laughed, and enjoyed eachother's company. He laid my head down in his lap & sang to me while looking into my eyes & kissing my lips so softly. Aw! I told him he's "such a puppy!" Too adorable.

Until it happened. "It" being the inevitable "where is this going?" question. Um. I don't know. He said his family would LOVE me. I told him mine wouldn't understand. They'd hate the idea that I am doing this & his face dropped. I felt so bad but it's the truth. He then asked about my upcoming trip tomorrow & said he'd move with me if I want to go to Fla permanently. He said he'd love to live with me. The adoration is so wonderfully consuming, but I am so upset that he will get hurt because of me. How was I supposed to know?

I left having had a good time & wondering what to do about the situation.

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The ride home was spent talking to Cowboy. Who professed his love for me. Still. He wants to try and make things work out. Even though there's the 3000+ distance. Even though he screwed me over. Even though he knows I am dating. He asked me to come visit over the summer. I told him that right now I can't see doing that, but I don't know.

And that's the truth. I don't know. I want to visit. I want to see him. I want to see if there are real feelings there or if it's the lack of closure with the situation.

It's As If Cowboy Got Bucked In The Head By A Bronco

He called last night to wish me a Happy Cinco De Mayo. Nice, right? Uh huh. Until I point out that he called the HOME number & left two messages of this & how he misses me & all. Great! Just great. My family heard them before I did. And then it starts: "Why is he calling? And why the house? And do youguys talk? And it must be pretty lonely in Oregon."

Yeah. Thanks.

I called him & yelled at him for this. He was shocked. He claims he didn't know my home # was in his phone. Whatever. Now that the pot has been stirred, I have to toss water on it to put them out.

UGH! So stressed! Men. Are. Dumb.

So Over the Mechanic

So I invited him out Friday. He gave me an attitude. He lied. And he got stoned. Nice.

He was in Lynbrook last night & I said I would meet him in RVC if he wanted. No. He was buzzed & happy where he was.

He called this morning as he was driving home from Lynbrook and I said meet me at the mall & shop with me. Nope. He doesn't feel like it.

I pointed out that I have now tried to ask him to do three activities all weekend & he blows me off. He says that's not it, but he doesn't want to do what I am doing. This went from him wanting to spend every day with me to not cooperating in any way, shape, or form. He seems to be the type that he will only hang out with you if he suggests it. He doesn't want to hang out if it isn't he who is doing the asking. I can't deal with that.

But, this is what happens when you date a 'typical' guy & one who is so young at that & most girls his age would put up with this bs. I'll play with him a bit more & get together when he does the inviting, but will not be inviting him out. I can play this game, too.

Oh if only he weren't so hot.............................................

Holy Friggin' Friday

I am not really sure of all that happened on Friday night, but it was an amazing time. It started with Crak & I having to attend an awards dinner at our job. You know the kind that you do not want to attend, but if you don't it is frowned upon? yeah, one of those. We ate horrible food that gave me a stomach ache 1/2 hour later. I was worried about this because she & I had plans to go get a drink after to drown our sorrows for having to spend a beautiful Friday evening at work.

Well, at the end of the ceremony, I called CrazyJoe & KDP to see if they were joining us. Both agreed & I had suggested Blue Honu in Huntington. Crak called the Blonde & she was more than happy to come out & get a drink with us. Sweet! What was to have been just the two of us, in hopes of the Mechanic coming out, turned into five of us hanging out in one of the few bars I know that seems to have athe late20s-early30s crowd. We ordered cocnut martinis & sipped them down too easily.

I had called the Mechanic to come out & he refused. He would not drive out there, would not hang out there, and protested the entire conversation. So I said fine.....don't come. He had said that he was angry & just wanted to stay home & drink beer. Uh huh. He lied. He was at a bar close to his house, drinking & smokin' up. Nice. Great. Thanks.

There were so many guys there. We ended up talking with a group of 4 who all happen to work for BOCES. Nice. I was interested in one, while both the Blonde & I wanted another, but I deferred to her seeing as I thought I liked the Mechanic. Well, KDP & Crak thought I was into this other guy, the Phys Ed teacher, and they gave him my card, right in front of me! UGH! Not him! Not him! But, whatever. He was nice. He was really interested in me, which is flattering. Then their group disbanded for a bit & the Blonde stopped some guy in a brown shirt that looked cute and asked him if he was there with anybody. He said "NO & with that word, he was so unattractive! His voice was so high-pitched (I mena he can't help it but) that it was an instant turn-off. The Blonde went back to the 4 that we were originally chatting with & then I got called over by her & the Phys. Ed. Teacher. He wanted to know why I was tlkaing to other guys...........ummmm..........because you weren't tlaking to me. You just kept looking at me. What was I supposed to do?

Anyway, somehow, a drink out turned into 2 yummy concoctions. "A drink out" turned into a 5 hour party with some random conversations & a makeout session for me with the gym teacher. The guys walked us to our cars, I got a kiss goodnight & a promise of a phonecall for dinner out one evening.

I drove Crak & myself back to work, where her car was & we talked to KDP on the way home. How sad are we? This old & still recapping the night that was not over yet. We got back to her car at 1:40 & I didn't get to bed until after 2am.

I am not sure what really all happened, but I hope that it happens again VERY soon.

Rev My Engine, Baby!

I had to go and have my car inspected & a yearly check-up performed yesterday. So I had to drive all the way to the far reaches of east Huntington (a half hour away) to sit with my car for an hour & a half while the mechanics worked their magic. I read a book. I watched CNN. My 'Mechanic' called & we chatted for awhile.

The real mechanic of the day came out & said there was a problem with my tire. It had an air bubble just waiting to burst & I could replace it, for an exhorbitant amount of money. Drat! Easy come, easy go! When I just finished looking at the tire & approving the work, I got a call from my 'mechanic' asking me what I was doing. I said "Let me go outside so I can hear you" and with that, there he was. In the parking lot. AW! He said "Hi Baby. I came to keep you company." AW! He looked SO GOOD! Ripped jeans, baggy tshirt, and Timbs that were unlaced. He even had grease stained into his hands & it makes him look like such a stereotypical guy. I love this.

I had already been at the garage for over an hour & they had said it woould only be an hour & 1/2 appt. But, do they ever tell you the truth? No. I was there for 3 hours. So my "mechanic' kept me company. The rest of the time! What a turn-on.

When we were finished, he heard my stomach growling & said "Let's put something in there" and I said I just wanted Wendy's because it was at the end of the block & right near the parkway so I could go home. He was too cute. He paid (granted its cheap & fast, but I was going to pay for his since he kept me company) and then carried our stuff to a table. When I sat down, he sat on the same side as me. I asked him why & he said 'Can't I just be next to you without you asking me things?" He looked so hot. I could barely keep myself in check. I can't stand it when I see a couple sitting on the same side of the table. It's so unbalanced & I need balance. But I loved this. It was such a sweet gesture & one no guy has ever made before.

We had plans to hang out last night too. I was supposed to see The Ultimate Shopper, but she had to cancel..........so he & I hung out longer than planned. I started driving out towards him because I felt like driving anyway. I got to his exit & he met me there so I could follow him back to his house. We hopped into his truck & went out driving so he could see a friend quickly & then the two of us went to a bar for a drink. We sat there flirting, touching, kissing...........

We left the bar around 10:30 & went back to his house to hang out in the backyard for a bit. He has torches around a deck & lit those so we could sit there & have some 'mood light' and just hang out.

He sang to me again & made me laugh so much. It was an amazing time. He then said that I had to call him when I got home. Again, I asked why & he said "I need to know you got there safe. Just do it." Well, 1/2 way home he calls. "Where are you?" I pointed out that I was still driving & not there yet. So we chatted a bit & then he said I still had to call him so he knew I got home safe. Why can't I find a guy like this but a decade older? Why am I torturing myself like this?

Dirty Dancing

The movie is 20 years old, and for the anniversary it was released, for two nights only, back into select theaters. I was not old enough to see it the first time it was released. I was then only able to see the censored version when WPIX (the now CW)11 was playing it on a random Saturday. I wanted to see it on the BIG screen.

Who better to ask to join me than KDP. She does not know names of movies, names of actors, or lyrics to songs, but this she would know & we'd have a blast. So I ordered tickets & we made a plan.

It. Was. Awesome! Picture watching your favorite movie in your livingroom with 200 of your closest friends who all also happen to love the movie. The theater was sold out; the seats packed a half hour before the show began. Amazing! People sang the words to every song & said every line. And when Johnny says "Nobody puts Baby in a corner" the applause was thunderous. I oouldn't believe people would get so worked up over something they have seen hundreds of times, but they did.

Addicted

I can't help myself. Those hazel eyes. That winning smile. And those arms! Oh my, those arms! He's all I think about. The Mechanic called me today to say he'd be in the neighborhood, so I had to squeeze in 20 minutes so I could see him & hang out for a bit. It was like having a 'fix' and felt soooooooooooo goooooooooooood. This is bad but I can't help it. I guess I will be forever known as a cougar.

Grrrrrrrrrrr

What To Do! (continued ramblings of a madwoman)

The Math Prof. called. Then he emailed me. Why? I see if I want to hang out. Ummm........not if you are going to discredit me & boss me around. Mr. Verizon called. And emailed. Boring! Cowboy called. He may still have feelings for the ex but is in love with me. Adores me. Wants to work things out (if possible) with me. But our situation isn't changing. He's stuck there & I am not leaving here. That offer is not on the table anymore. CrazyJoe? Won't call or text until he is going to see me but he's confusing me. He wants to fool around. But he wants to know why I won't date a coworker. He doesn't want to be my rebound. But he really only wants to fool around. What? Then there's the Mechanic. He calls when he says he is going to call. He calls each morning & evening. He texts me during the day. He has met me twice but knows how to show someone he is intersted. I don't want a serious realitonship with him for the only reason of his age. CrazyJoe, the Math Prof & Mr. Verizon I don't want relationships with because they don't know how to act in public. They don't know how to use a phone. They are just lame. Cowboy. Ugh. Cowboy. I want things to go back to how they were in Sept. Not possible. I want to see him. Can't do that right now. I want to forget that he exists. That will never happen. Why am I being punished like this?

Trollin' Tribeca

It was that time of year again! Time to go and check out an indie movie @ the ever-popular film fest. Crak & I went last year to see Jamie Johnson's "The One Percent". It was very good, but what was better is that after the movie I got to shake his hand & drool a little. Still crunching on that guy.

This year almost escaped us, as we have conflicting schedules. But we managed to hop in on Friday to see "In Search Of A Midnight Kiss". Not too bad!

The event began when I was standing at the train station, minding my own business, and some coke head came up to me & mumbled something. I said "What?" with that annoyed look on my face. He says again "Why are you so beautiful?" Not missing a beat, I replied "Good genes I guess". To which he steps back, looks at my JEANS and says "Yeah......." and then moved towards his friends so I could escape.

We met at Penn & headed to the theater. Big comfy seats. Nice view of the screen. An intereting audience to view this film with. Neat! The film was about a guy who just moved to LA & has been in a slump & is 'getting off' on pics of his roommate's girlfriend. The roommate & gf catch him doing this & it turns into a 'you gotta find a date, man' situation so they get him to sign up on Craig's List. He meets a neurotic girl & they spend the day together, with her determining if she will stay with his until midnight so that they have someone to kiss, being that it is New Year's and all. Random. What caught my eye at the beginning of the film was that the director used the stat that "During Dec. 25th and Jan 1st, the number of people signing up for Match increases by 300%". Scary! So many people (inculding me on some levels) do not want to be alone.

Anyways, the movie hit home in some respect for me & I even found myself a bit teary-eyed. We left the theater with the idea of walking next door to get dinner but I wanted to stop at the Info. booth first. I asked the people back there if I had all of the little pamphlets & stuff and they said yes I did. Until one guy says "Hey. I know something you don't have". To which (naive me) replied "What?" He said "Do you have a pen?" I said "A pen? I don't think so" And he said "You don't have my number." Hahaha.............funny!

Moving on, we finally grabbed dinner at Chipotle! YIPPEE! I have been dying to eat there but wanted to wait for Crak since she raved about it. I ordered.....and ate.....three scrumptious tacos. I was so full but could have had anothr because they are that good. I got home that night exhausted, full, and happy to have completed another thing on the 'to do' list for 2007.

Thanks, Crak, for another rememberable time.
(don't know about you, but I am feeling another rockstar night coming on)