Home Again!

Just got back in today. I have the worse case of jet lag ever. The rest of my trip to NY was full of boring business, no fun stuff. Trent called and stated that he will be coming to Atlanta in two weeks and wants to know if he should stop over in Nashville for a visit. He left a message, I haven't answered him. Kyle and I are going out Sunday night. Sorry to be so short but I'm tired and I must get some rest. I need to walk the dog first. You would think the kennel would have before I picked him up but needless to say they hadn't.

Note to Self: shave on the plane next time......

And on the note of what happened last night, why do you always get lucky when you have not shaved? It’s like an unwritten rule of fate. When you’ve actually made plans and are completely hairless and ready, it’s not going to happen. When your legs are all stubly, this is when you will get laid. It’s guaranteed. It never fails, on dates if I’ve forgotten to shave guess what, tonight will be THE night. I should have just realized when he first walked over to me that of course I would end up shagging him again because my legs weren’t shaved.

Another Trent Encounter

Yesterday I arrived in New York. I came one day early so I could catch up with some of my friends that still live there. My friend Marion picked me up and after some shopping and pedicures we decided to go to a club. We were both at the bar having a drink and reminiscing about old times when out of the corner of my eye I notice Trent. This man is like my Mr. Big. I can’t get over him no matter how hard I try, I still get all fluttery in my stomach when I see him and even though I realize we are both toxic for each other I’m still always drawn to him like a moth to a flame. This game of breaking up and getting back together has gone on for about eight years now between us. We are like this never ending saga. Knowing this about myself I quickly look down, hoping he won’t see me. Marion says I’m being ridiculous, but I insist on a rather obvious attempt at hiding in plain sight. About an hour went by and after a few too many sips of vodka to calm my nerves this transformed into liquid courage in my veins. So I stopped the hiding, held my head high and thought to myself damnit, this time if he sees me I’m going to tell him where to go and that I’m over him. Sure enough he did spot me and walked over to talk to me. Of all the freaking bars in NY and the fact that this is my first trip here in about two years HE just had to be here. He came up looking better than ever, we started chatting and I was trying to play it cool. Now thus far anytime we just happened to have a chance encounter it ended up with A: a fight or B: a shag fest and subsequent semi relationship until we started back at A again. In my head I was thinking no matter what happens realize that you need to just be cool and aloof. And then he stroked my cheek and told me how he missed me. All of my liquid courage then turned to sorrow and a tear rolled down my cheek and I was like “Oh Trent I’ve missed you to” and it was like some movie scene which ended up with us at one of our more dangerous alternatives, option B. We ended up back at his apartment for a very steamy shagfest. It was even more pleasurable perhaps because it’s been awhile. Then lying in bed we talked for hours, which was something we didn’t usually do even back in the day. After he fell asleep I lay there thinking maybe this was it, maybe it was fate that we ran into each other again in this big city, maybe he’s finally ready to tell me he woke up and realized I was the one. Even though I don’t want to get married right now I would drop everything in a heartbeat to be this man’s wife. He just has some hold over me. I finally drifted off to sleep in his arm’s, only to be rudely awakened by the sound of his alarm clock. He got up abruptly to leave for work, gave me an “it was great to see you again, call me when your back in town again” and left. Lock the door when you leave, that was a nice shag luv, you’re like a comfy old sweatshirt I slip back into every now and then when I need it. After laying in bed feeling stupid and sorry for myself I got dressed, hailed a cab, rode to Marion’s, and began crying on her shoulder and apologizing profusely for abandoning her for my addiction. And Marion, being the good friend she is just nodded patiently, and after I gave my probably twentieth “I’ll never do that again” she just said, yes you will dear. Yes I will.

Soulmate

I think we all have a soul mate. I don’t think that we always end up with them though. I believe everyone has a great love that will touch their heart in a way that no one else ever will, and every relationship you ever have from that point forward will always have the shadow of your one great love affair hanging over it. This is not to say that it will ruin it, it’s just the memory of that point in your life will pop up in your head from time to time and linger a bit. Sometimes there are just too many factors that pull you apart from your true love, and it’s not always destiny to be together. That old saying that it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all rings true. The profound affect it has on you to meet a person that you connect with every fiber of your being, the feeling that they are compatible with you in everyway, is well worth it, even if it only last for a short time, the memory of it will last you a lifetime.

Move On!

Don’t stay with anyone that tries to put you down or criticize you in anyway. You deserve better than that. No one ever has the right to try and lower your self esteem or control you. Walk away from anyone who makes you feel lower than them or guilty over your achievements. There are a lot of people out there who are threatened by someone whom they interpret to have a better career, car, home, etc. and will subtlety verbalize critical demeaning remarks. You are fabulous and fun, and right where you need to be at this point in your life. How dare anyone try to tell you otherwise! Life is too short to waste on people who demean you. Move one, find someone better.

Second Date With Kyle

Tonight was a blast. Kyle and I had our second date. We went to an art museum and then had a romantic dinner at J. Alexander’s. It was great. We really click. Our interests are the same pretty much. Our politics may come up eventually, he’s a Republican and I’m a Democrat but it may be just enough to keep it spicy. Neither one of us is overly political. He’s is also a gentlemen, he walked me up to my apartment and gave me a nice peck. We have yet another date planned for next week after I get back from my business trip in New York.

Married Men

Married men who are on the prowl and looking to have an affair always have the same story. There wife is horrible, they try and try to make her happy but it just isn’t working. By making their wife look bad it scores more sympathy for them and also makes you look at her in a negative light. This is in the hopes that you will feel less guilt about sleeping with him. Or they state that their divorce is not quite finished. Either way the story is always the marriage is almost over. Never will you hear “I’m just looking for some action until I get bored with you and I have no intention of leaving my wife.” The woe is me, my wife and I are over story also gets them a get out of jail free card. When they decide to break it off with you then they will use their marriage as an excuse once again, except this time he and his wife have magically worked it out or are going to try to work on the marriage and he truly wants to give it an honest shot therefore he must end it with you. Moral of the story? Don’t sleep with a married man. Period. The minute a guy starts the marriage sob story walk away. It will save you a lot of grieve in the end not to mention sparing you a load of bad karma.

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My Date

My date with Kyle was fun. We went out for dinner at the Aquarium. I love the atmosphere in that place. It is so neat with the fish from floor to ceiling. I got a little bit tipsy which I hate to do on a first date especially but I held it all together well. After dinner we went to a movie, typical date I guess, dinner and a movie but it went well. I usually try to do something exciting and unanticipated for a date but sometimes it's nice to just stick to the basics. And most importantly I got an invite for yet another date, which I happily accepted.

Mystery

Maintain some mystery on a date. Don’t give it all away. And what I mean by this is save a little mystery. Answer some questions vaguely, not going in to detail. Men love mysterious women. This is a fact. Time and time again I have had this work on more than one man. It virtually guarantees a second date if the date in itself is going well. Now I don’t mean be evasive about everything he asks, just a few things. To keep the conversation going always change the subject or immediately jump to another topic within the same realm, just not answering the direct question itself. Some examples are included below:

His question: Does your family live nearby? Close. Your answer: I’m really glad too because so many people don’t have family to rely on. Wow, this place is really crowded tonight. What about your family?

Him: What do you do for a living? You: I work for a publisher. It’s really great.
Him: Really, where? A company that’s been around for a few year; there are actually quite a few publishing companies in this district. Do you enjoy your career?

And the all time perfect get his attention mysterious action? Start to ask him something and then say never mind and give an innocent smile and then launch into another conversation topic.

Thursday night.

Caroline and I had dinner at PF Chang’s. Dinner was great and it was good to catch up with my friend because I hadn’t seen her for awhile. And she had a surprise. She is pregnant! This has really been a jolt to me. It seems like everybody I know here lately is settling down, starting families, making roots. It’s starting to make me feel out of place. I know its most girl’s fantasy, the wedding, children, growing old together. I don’t know if that’s for me but when it seems like all my friends are doing this I feel a lot of pressure about it. On top of this my mother is constantly asking when I plan to settle down. I just feel like that switch inside me hasn’t been turned on yet. I don’t know, it’s just kind of gotten me in a bad mood. On a brighter note after dinner we went downtown to the pedestrian bridge. It is really pretty at night and a good place to just sit and think. Oh I just feel blah today. At least I will get to pick out a baby shower gift in a few months. I absolutely love shopping for baby clothes, which is kind of weird since the idea of motherhood seems foreign to me and I don’t know that I ever want to have kids.

I'm so excited!!!!!!

I can't wait for Friday night to get here! I'm going out with Kyle for the first time. I've had a crush on him for months. We work together and I make it a rule not to date men that I work with but he is being transferred to another site in two weeks so hopefully if it does go sour I won't have to run in to him for very long. Oh I hope it goes well. I have a good feeling about it!!!

What's up with the bus driver?

I've started taking MTA back and forth from my apartment to work to be green and save money as well. Riding the bus is kinda fun because you meet all kinds of interesting people and don't have to focus on traffic. What I can't stand is the fact that if the bus driver is running early for some reason he will stop earlier than the stated time on the schedule. If I have to run to get to the bus stop from work at 4:32 when the pick up is supposed to be but the driver flies through at 4:29 this is not right! They are supposed to friggin wait. And I've talked to other people and called and complained to MTA myself and it does no good. What gives?

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Best time for Lovin'

A lot of people ask me my opinion on when I think you should first start having sex in a relationship. The response of “when it feels right” is the most obvious answer but that’s usually not the one people want. I am a firm believer that first date sex will result in the guy not calling, especially when you are dealing with men from the South. The “magic formula” so that the guy won’t think that you are easy or that you are waiting for the much clichéd third date is to wait until the fourth or fifth date. The sixth date is too long, because in this day and age relationships do have a tendency to develop quickly and the guy will think your not interested at this point, and chances are you aren’t after this long, and if that’s the case you need to break it off with the guy because your just wasting his time and yours.

Top 5 Countdown of the Weirdest Questions I've Ever Been Asked on a Date

5. Does my breath stink? People tell me it smells like garlic.
4. My last girlfriend had a yeast infection.
3. My father said he knew who you were. He said he wants a chance if this doesn’t work out.
2. Listen, okay, my divorce isn’t completely final……..
1. So not to jump the gun or anything but if I do get to third base how do you feel about threesomes?

Blind Dates

I absolutely hate blind dates. Every time on of my friends sets me up with a guy that I don’t know and they are so sure we are a “match made in heaven” it always ends up in disaster. There is no exception to this rule. It’s always uncomfortable; especially when you have barely anything in common except maybe a shared love for the same book or show and based on this one little detail your friends think they have met your soul mate for you. I have never had one successful blind date ever.

The Man Stealer

One of the things I don’t quite get is the assumption by other women that just because I’m single I’m a slut or out to get their man. I can’t stand it! I’ve noticed at dinner parties or wedding receptions that if I’m talking to someone’s husband or boyfriend for longer than five minutes then they come up beside them and stand like a prison guard with a quaint smile on their face or they pull them away with some excuse. Now I don’t honestly care that they are cutting the conversation short but it’s just the assumption that I have ulterior motives or something. And it’s not just me. My other single friends have described feeling this way as well. I just want to say get a freaking grip! You were single once. Everyone has been at some point or another. Why be so territorial? One of my friends said that was an indicator that the woman had a low self esteem thus the reason for her being so overprotective but I don’t know about that. As many of my friends that have experienced this treatment that’s a lot of women with low self esteems. I think it’s just perhaps female internal nature, that maybe all of us have but are able to tune it out.

Introduction

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For those of you just reading thanks for stopping by, I hope you like what you read. I try to update as often as possible. It is therapy for me, entertainment for you. I’m starting a new blog page here. (And yes I do change the names to protect the innocent)

My Last Episode of Bravery

I have this guy that I’ve been in love with for years. He’s the only person that I totally get nervous about. I can’t even look him in the eyes without getting red in the face. Since I first saw him it was like Cupid’s arrow had struck me. I remember where I first laid eyes on him. It was in a parking lot one morning on my way to high school. That was well over a decade ago. Then one day I saw that he was working at this local store and he was really checking me out. I thought about it for awhile and after a few more trips over the course of the next few weeks to the store where we exchanged flirty glances I finally got up the nerve to “seize the day” so to speak and give him my number. He looked at me like I was an idiot and never called. The one time I give someone my business card and they do that? I was crushed. I usually always wait for the man to hit on me and I guess I should have in this instance. That’s just my luck. The one and only time I make the first move I feel like an idiot. That or he doesn’t know how to dial on a phone. I like to tell myself that every now and then to make myself feel better.

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The Hiding Wallet

My date with Charlie started off well enough. I met him at the Gap two weeks ago, which is one of probably about fifteen times I’ve ever met anyone in that store that asked for my number (maybe I should get a part time job there). He was cute, clever, funny, he was the total package! We really clicked. Our phone conversations flowed wonderfully and I had the feeling in my gut that maybe this was it. We decided on an Italian restaurant that was his favorite and I had never been to. This is itself was amazing since I’ve tried just about every Italian restaurant in Nashville. Okay so we meet outside and walk in together. He was the perfect southern gentleman. He held the door for me, pulled out the chair, two gestures that really earn bonus points in my book. He even ordered for me, which wasn’t necessary but I never object to this, especially if we are in a place with hard to pronounce menu items. He was a writer which seems oh so sexy to me. We’re about an hour into our date, everything is great, conversation is flowing smoothly as usual with no tense silence. We share dessert. Afterwards we order more wine and talk for what must have seemed like an eternity to our waiter but what could have never ended for me. Finally, it gets to the bill part. And then I hear the “I seem to have forgotten my wallet.” It was like a record scratch. My perfect little bubble of the evening had been abruptly popped. Now I do like a guy that pay’s for the entire date, what girl wouldn’t, but on a first date especially I never make the presumption that he will pay. I always expect to go Dutch. But I view the “Forgetting of the Wallet” as a big red flag. Particularly on the first date. I was like “Umm, don’t worry, I’ve got it” and paid the bill and then I had to listen to several comments about how “silly he was” and “what are the odds of this on a first date.” In the interest of it possibly being a mistake, although I knew in my heart it wasn’t, I agreed to another date. This time we were going go to the movies. We met for coffee prior to this and Charlie paid for it with cash. I smiled a little inside because I thought maybe the other night had been a mistake. Then we get to the movies. Can you guess what happens next? Charlie has forgotten his wallet again (he paid for the coffee with a $20 from his front pocket). Trying not to be mean I reluctantly paid for the tickets and we went in and I endured two hours of the movie knowing that we would not be going out again. It was a very long two hours, at the end of which I ended the evening with an “I don’t think we really click”. What’s up with the wallet thing? Especially that early on in the relationship. Does this ever manage to keep a girl interested? Ultimately I wasted two evenings and about eighty dollars.