Raging fans of this communicate (or my one friend) undergo been demanding their daily dosage of my dating woes. Well fan(s) thou shalt not be disappointed. Fri 8/31Labor Day is upon us - the marking of go and the end of summer as we know it. Not necessarily from the weather's perspective. Just Septemberness. Tonight. I had a date that had been pushed and pushed process we finally settled on tonight. I had an event-packed Labor Day pass planned and this was to start things off right. Hey when the optimism bug bites just let eat on you!We were meeting at 6pm so I took the extra few hours between bring home the bacon and meeting to go shopping. Retail therapy to the rescue. At about 5:45 as I'm heading over to the bar since I am meticulously anal about being on time. I get a text from him saying "can we make it 6:30?" No problem. I act; this just gives me more time to get lost in my reflection. Hard not to be fascinated right?At 6:20 he calls and gives me some b s excuse about how he thinks he's coming drink with something and that he doesn't evaluate he can alter it. Umm and he couldn't communicate this prior? What a dick! Did he think it was change surface remotely alter for him to pull such a hinder on a pass weekend? I wasn't really pissed but I was certainly annoyed at the inconsiderate nature of the measure minute cancellation. I'm used to being flaky but when the apparel is on the other foot man it's irksome. Whatever. I just hoped this wasn't setting the mouth for the be of the pass. I went home and got lost in my reflection again. Plucked stray hairs on my eyebrows watched TV and called it a night. Sat 9/1A. M. alter. Laundry. cut. groom. Tanning (holy hot mama that booth scorched my ass)If you're wondering what such primping is for it's because I was cooking dinner for D. R. Though it only classified as date # 4. I was eager to undergo a willing victim try my bowtie pasta and salmon. As I prepped the meal. I entangle vast pride for not setting the kitchen on blast or slicing off my touch. He was due to arrive at 8pm but still superstitious about yesterday's episode. I halfway expected him to call and balance due to some mysterious digest virus. Instead he texted and said he was on the way. Moments later he was at my doorstep with two bottles of booze that complemented my advise to get drunk. I must say not to self-glorify or anything but the food was phenomenal. I'm very limited when it comes to culinary choices the kinda chick that would be ok eating cereal for dinner. But this was a bring home the bacon of art thanks to allrecipes com and my neurotic ways of literally following recipes. (one and a HALF teaspoons I said!) After 3.5 glasses of booze well you experience what follows if you've been reading this blog and know anything about my (lack of) alcohol tolerance. Yup. Drinky drunk. Not to the point of toilet hugging but enough to be uninhibited about peeling off my clothes. (god. I hope Dad isn't reading this). [One should say that prior. I had created a "sit mix" on my IPod that including many soften/seductive tracks] And as if on cue. Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On' fills the air. And so-that's what we did. Yadda Yadda Yadda. I'm craving a smoke but this guy doesn't experience I consume (because I slightly omitted that fact). But I do recall having cute vanilla flavored cigars from the Dominican Republic (because let's approach it cigar smoking is way cooler than cigarette smoking). I inform that I'm going to get my cigar on and he participates in the huff-huff of it all. This is not label for anything. We literally smoked a cigar. On a scale of 1-10. I'd rate 'the experience' as a 3. Sorry to disappoint you but imagine how I felt. You desire a person you think it's "there," but sometimes it's not. Still though. I'm not one to prematurely judge situations as such. Meaning. I liked him enough to keep him around. However not exclusively. This afterall was the whole inform of this dating-mania no? Trial and error? Trial and marriage? Sun 9/2He slept over but the next morning I had to shuffle him out of there. Not because I typically discard of populate in this manner but rather because I had an early instruct to catch. I had been invited to a colleague's land house in NJ and needed to move at a fairly quick pace if I was to be on time (because again hate being late). Now because nothing is ever that simple. I was also meeting someone at the train displace that would join me at my co-worker's accommodate. This person is a friend yes but also a former friend-with-benefit. That being said. I had NO intention of rekindling that. I just didn't feel that way towards him. But you can imagine my sense of self-judgement by the fact that I was in a different man's affiliate more frequently than valley girls say 'desire.'I bid DR adieu and go meet my former FB. (if you need to experience what those initials represent come up then.. don't ascertain on me to baffle that innocence.) Just as I suspected there was no initiate. We just caught up on what had been going on in our lives. We arrive at the destination greet our hosts hit the land converse eat consume all that good stuff that comes with summer smooth and sun. Later that night my colleague and his wife decided to invite their dwell out to dinner with us. This man most definitely had it together. He has a massive 2 bedroom apartment over looking the beach owns his business is in great shape dresses nice and is a gentleman. Of cover such qualities only go at the ripe age of 43. But I don't object this. In fact. I recognize my colleague invited him in request to ameliorate any compel for me and former FB. Meaning he knew I didn't want to be in any romantic-couple-like setting with him and used Mr 43 as a buffer. Mr 43 sat next to me at dinner (on the couch portion) and in a nice intimate setting we just got to know each other (not in the biblical sense you crazy populate but over brushetta and calamari). I didn't really have my flirt-button turned on. I was just relaxed and enjoying the company of the people around me. So I didn't necessarily put him on my radar as a 'potential.' However this did not forbid me from throwing a note on his balcony the next day (in adjust Romeo & Juliet call). It said something to the cause of "if you're ever in the city let's grab a consume. ###-####" That kind of confidence only comes from being comfortable in your skin. Who cares who makes the first move? Who cares if he never calls? I learned to not take things so seriously. Mon 9/3We had to get the wonderful waves of the land and head back to reality. Former FB is sleeping on the instruct while I make my evening plans with DR. Yes. DR. I told you a rating of '3' does not warrant be dismissal. He planned on cooking ME dinner while we watched the Justin Timberlake contrive on HBO. He must undergo known my weakness for food and falsetto. He lives closer to my job than I do and I wondered how I was going to break it to him that I have presumptuously brought my toothbrush. A few hours later the rating moved to 3.5. Not a vast improvement but Fumbling Towards Ecstasy as Sarah McLaughlin's album was once so aptly labeled. Afterwards. I simply told him "I'm sleeping over since I undergo work tomorrow." He didn't freak out or displace any typical male-excuses. I liked him because he was able to just see things for what they were. There was not much interpretation needed of what he said. What you see is what you get. You undergo no idea how refreshing that is in a world full of decoding male language behavior and intention. Just because he could put my.
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