yoyoyo.
look! it's 11:54 pm on a sunday night and not only am i blogging, but I'M STILL AWAKE! that can only mean one thing...no school tomorrow. woohoo spring break. actually I am going into school in the morning to help clean a closet, but that won't require me to be too alert/awake/aware. besides, some old school Grey's Anatomy is on and i've forgotten how good it used to be.
so anyway...
last night i saw the love of my life, mr. john mayer, perform a rockin set at mandalay bay. so he has a potty mouth, and makes funny faces when he sings, but john mayer proves my theory that you can get an only slightly attractive male and throw him on stage with a guitar and he will be instantly hotter. more than his looks, i love the intelligent sense of humor he shows between songs, and of course his songwriting. most of his songs express the unexpressable in just the right ways...
my new favorite is perfectly lonely, as it should be my new motto..."no where to go, nothing to see. a simple little kind of free. nothing to do. no one but me. and that's all i need. I'm perfectly lonely."
and it's lyrics like this that remind me that i don't NEED to be dating and searching so...at times desperately...to find a partner in life. i'm ok by myself. maybe i need to take a break.
then i find myself here...2 days into spring break and not exactly taking the break from dating that i had originally planned. i was actually out earlier this evening with the Set-Up aka The Giant, who I hadn't seen since date 1 with him. we met at a local casino, which was eerily quiet on a Sunday evening and decided to blow some of our savings by gambling. he played some craps while i watched and tried to learn, then we both hit the blackjack table. i am quiet clueless when it comes to blackjack, but held my own, hit blackjack once, 21 twice and left with a whopping $6.50 profit!! lucky day!!!!!! then we sat at the bar and chatted for a bit-- again great conversation, some witty jokes exchanged back and forth but the spark...not quiet there...
so i think i've made a new friend, but i don't see it developing into anything more. he actually reminds me a TON of a certain other male teacher/gambling-loving/travel bugged friend.
and then, i've found an huge new superstore of men to shop for, as i logged on for the first time to okcupid.com. talk about fun! and free! i haven't found anyone spectacular on there yet, but it asks you these random questions and the more questions you answer the better (more accurate) matches you'll receive. it's quite fun, and unlike eharm, you can skip questions if you want. so so far, i find it thoroughly enjoyable, which means i won't be taking a break from the shopping for boys any time too soon either.
well maybe a short break, as i'll be in NY Wed-Sunday but then back in full force after that. and if it doesn't work out, and my shopping trips fail...then i'll just remember that i'm perfectly lonely.
:)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
bumbumbum..another one bites the dust?
remember how at the end of last week's post I said all i wanted to do the following weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
well all i did this weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
and i'm bored out of my mind!!!!!!! i mean, it's sunday night now and i totally need to go to bed, but i'm disappointed at the lameness of my weekend. i did successfully shop, but otherwise i ate pizza and breadsticks for 3 out of 5 meals (that's what happens when you buy a whole pizza for yourself), spent sat am at school and watched about 25 hours of reality tv on mtv. (total side note: 16 and pregnant is rather poignant television. i don't think i've made it through an episode without crying. in this one episode, the girls "baby daddy" texted her that she was a fat stretched marked mess and to let him know where to sign for that "mistake" they made. instant tears. how heartbreaking. i find myself watching and thinking, gosh i hope that never happens to me. then i remember i'm 29 and it's completely normal for someone of my age to be pregnant. Truelife: I'm a Southern Belle= not as poignant).
As for next weekend...i don't know what to do. I bought John Mayer tickets several months ago, totally psyched to see him here in Vegas and now the concert is next weekend and i'm apparently dateless...
here's my options...
banana man-- our texting continues kinda....tuesday i asked him to give me something to look forward to as i was having an absolutely hectic week and he said sure, but that he wasn't completely over his nasty cold yet. (excuse?) by friday i was done playing and just flat out asked him if he was still sick or just sick of me. his reply-- just a crazy week at work. how are you?....then i got a 1:40 am "are you still up?" text which i ignored until 1:40 the next afternoon when i asked him if we'd catch up over the weekend and at 9:56 pm sunday night he's yet to reply. i think it's safe to say this one's bit the dust. which is fine, cause i don't really have any feelings of fondness for him, but i'm still kinda irked that it's not on my terms.
i really don't like the "non-reply" as a way of ending things. being completely non-confrontational i understand it and would use it myself. it's certainly easier than hearing flat out that you're not wanted, but i think a small part of me is always left wondering...
so that's that.
then there's the set up, who still needs a better name. we texted thursday during the wake game (flattered that he was watching and thinking of me) but we never did get together this weekend and since we're both teachers, i doubt we'll get together this week. i have no idea if he's around next weekend (it's the start of spring break), if he likes John Mayer (or can at least stand him) or if he'd even fit in the seats at a concert venue (he's really tall!!). a concert like jm might be a bit much for a 2nd date. i might throw the feelers out there though...
then i could always through around the idea to the few friends i have out here. asked roommate, she didn't seem so psyched...i can ask around school...i just dunno...it's times like this, that i'm like, what am i doing here? why the f am i in a city where it's so effin impossible to meet people-- friends and date-worthy boys? but then i wonder if i'm done exploring it's possibilities...i'm a giant mess of indecision.
so if all else fails, i might take the ultimate risk of singleness and go to the concert by myself. i am NOT missing it. maybe i could pretend that my friend is in the bathroom the whole time. wow i am lame.
whatever happens, do not let me become that lady i saw driving down the 95 the other day. no joke, on my way to work, roommate and i came across a car with the license plate: katkrazy. and sure enough, driving the car was an large, unkept, depressing looking lady. sure i couldn't tell her marital status from the car, but i wouldn't be surprised if she's single.
at least i am not as desperate as the girls on true life: i'm a southern belle, who were disappointed to be 24 and unmarried.
i think i need a break. next weekend's john, then i'm home for 5 days (march 31-april 4-- be there!) and then i have two months before summer. maybe when i'm back from spring break, i'll resume my boy shopping, but for now, i think i'm on a dating break.
past my bedtime...love you all!
well all i did this weekend was be a giant lazy bum.
and i'm bored out of my mind!!!!!!! i mean, it's sunday night now and i totally need to go to bed, but i'm disappointed at the lameness of my weekend. i did successfully shop, but otherwise i ate pizza and breadsticks for 3 out of 5 meals (that's what happens when you buy a whole pizza for yourself), spent sat am at school and watched about 25 hours of reality tv on mtv. (total side note: 16 and pregnant is rather poignant television. i don't think i've made it through an episode without crying. in this one episode, the girls "baby daddy" texted her that she was a fat stretched marked mess and to let him know where to sign for that "mistake" they made. instant tears. how heartbreaking. i find myself watching and thinking, gosh i hope that never happens to me. then i remember i'm 29 and it's completely normal for someone of my age to be pregnant. Truelife: I'm a Southern Belle= not as poignant).
As for next weekend...i don't know what to do. I bought John Mayer tickets several months ago, totally psyched to see him here in Vegas and now the concert is next weekend and i'm apparently dateless...
here's my options...
banana man-- our texting continues kinda....tuesday i asked him to give me something to look forward to as i was having an absolutely hectic week and he said sure, but that he wasn't completely over his nasty cold yet. (excuse?) by friday i was done playing and just flat out asked him if he was still sick or just sick of me. his reply-- just a crazy week at work. how are you?....then i got a 1:40 am "are you still up?" text which i ignored until 1:40 the next afternoon when i asked him if we'd catch up over the weekend and at 9:56 pm sunday night he's yet to reply. i think it's safe to say this one's bit the dust. which is fine, cause i don't really have any feelings of fondness for him, but i'm still kinda irked that it's not on my terms.
i really don't like the "non-reply" as a way of ending things. being completely non-confrontational i understand it and would use it myself. it's certainly easier than hearing flat out that you're not wanted, but i think a small part of me is always left wondering...
so that's that.
then there's the set up, who still needs a better name. we texted thursday during the wake game (flattered that he was watching and thinking of me) but we never did get together this weekend and since we're both teachers, i doubt we'll get together this week. i have no idea if he's around next weekend (it's the start of spring break), if he likes John Mayer (or can at least stand him) or if he'd even fit in the seats at a concert venue (he's really tall!!). a concert like jm might be a bit much for a 2nd date. i might throw the feelers out there though...
then i could always through around the idea to the few friends i have out here. asked roommate, she didn't seem so psyched...i can ask around school...i just dunno...it's times like this, that i'm like, what am i doing here? why the f am i in a city where it's so effin impossible to meet people-- friends and date-worthy boys? but then i wonder if i'm done exploring it's possibilities...i'm a giant mess of indecision.
so if all else fails, i might take the ultimate risk of singleness and go to the concert by myself. i am NOT missing it. maybe i could pretend that my friend is in the bathroom the whole time. wow i am lame.
whatever happens, do not let me become that lady i saw driving down the 95 the other day. no joke, on my way to work, roommate and i came across a car with the license plate: katkrazy. and sure enough, driving the car was an large, unkept, depressing looking lady. sure i couldn't tell her marital status from the car, but i wouldn't be surprised if she's single.
at least i am not as desperate as the girls on true life: i'm a southern belle, who were disappointed to be 24 and unmarried.
i think i need a break. next weekend's john, then i'm home for 5 days (march 31-april 4-- be there!) and then i have two months before summer. maybe when i'm back from spring break, i'll resume my boy shopping, but for now, i think i'm on a dating break.
past my bedtime...love you all!
Monday, March 15, 2010
well i dunno
Apologies to Ms. Calder and any other readers who eagerly logged in monday morning to see my sunday night update and were disappointed to find none. i admit, i was being lazy. and i had no idea my followers were so loyal. but here i am now :)
my tummy hurts as i just ate a huge piece of lemon cake with a whipped cream and raspberries. yumyum (free baking tip of the week: get any boxed cake mix. add 1 can of diet/zero cal. soda and nothing else. bake. enjoy low cal cake. lemon cake + sprite= yumo)
today was a particularly manic monday followed by another up and down again kinda week and weekend. i just can't figure out what i'm feeling but i wonder now if that even matters...
here's the sitch:
when last we met, banana man said the "action" wasn't the "whole story" and we both pledged to hang out early last week. monday comes and goes, until late-ish monday night he texts wanting to hang out. the dude does not understand that a 5am alarm and a late night unplanned "hang out" session do not mix. so i promised to hang out tuesday.
Tuesday comes and i have dinner plans with stacy and her boy and he chooses not to join us, but i had a bag and headed over to his place after dinner. it was easily 10:45 by the time i got there, a good 45 mins past my bed time. he was feeling sick and was in pajamas and i literally got into bed with him, watched an episode of seinfeld, fooled around for about 10 mins before we both fell asleep.
and that was our tuesday date.
the rest of the week came and went without any plans made between us, which was fine, cause the set up and i were meeting for the first time on friday (more on that in .2).
sure enough, 15 mins into my date with the set up, i get a text from banana man asking the usual, "what's up girl?'. obviously i don't reply til 2 hrs later when i hit the bathroom. and obviously i don't tell him i'm on a date, but i see what he's up to.
the set up ends around 10:45 and we part ways and banana man hasn't replied to my text so i head home, eat some tots and throw on pjs. not 2 mins after washing my face does banana man reply. he's at a bar on my side of town. tells me to come out.
i toss the idea back and forth in my head...i'm pooped. but i want to see him. even if it is a lame booty call. but he is all the way up on my side of town. so i throw my clothes back on and head back out.
i walk into the crowded karaoke dive bar and barely find him at a table with some other guys, which i meet, and i assume he works with (though i can't be sure). one guy is really nice and tries to engage me in conversation but it's ridiculously loud in there i can barely hear. banana man's flirty at first, but then barely talks and before i know it, he's leaning back and complaining of a wicked headache. so roughly 20 minutes after hauling my ass out, he decides he wants to go.
we all head out together and i'm parked right near him and i get a hug, ask when i can see him again and he says soon and i tell him to feel better and that's it.
lame.
saturday afternoon i text him to see how he's feeling.
no answer.
saturday night i head out with my roommates. i drink a bit and text him again. no answer.
in a final fit of desperation which i wish i hadn't been feeling, i text him one last time, sunday night, 8pm saying that i was equally worried and disappointed that i hadn't heard back from him.
he replies, 'oh sorry. drank too much last night and slept all day'. i reply that that was my day too, and that was that.
so now what?
i know that he is not at all right for me. i know that i want and deserve more in anything that could be considered a relationship. i wanted to have the conversation that i was done being his booty call (really dont even like the words booty call. is there a better name for it?). but really kinda like the carefree release of inhibitions i feel about the whole thing. really would rather the fun not stop. and most importantly, if it is to stop, i want it to stop on my terms, not because he just stops texting.
so no idea what, if any, future there will be with banana man.
sigh...
but then there's the set up...
to sum my thoughts on the set up, i'd say were i to clone the personality of the set up, with a little of his height and build, with banana man's overall looks and confidence, i'd be in love.
some background: the set up taught my friend's son in 5th grade and for some reason she's kept in touch with him. knowing my plight of singledom, she thought we'd hit it off. i was up for anything. he was apparently reluctant and was very slow to make the plans with me. but finally friday night we decided to meet up at buffalo wild wings.
i had absolutely no clue what he looked like, other than that he was tall. this was a completely blind date. i show up though and he's not bad looking- little bigger, full head of hair, button down shirt...definitely a dorkier vibe that is more down to earth than anything else. we immediately talk about basketball, as the unlv game was just beginning. right off the bat, he confesses he's a unc fan, but i let that slide since we can share a hatred for Duke.
we talk school (many of his 5th grade students come to my middle school)...we talk sports (he HATES the cowboys. plus for him!) then we talk...camp! he worked at a camp in new york for 8 years and we compared camp war stories left and right. it is so impossible to describe camp to anyone that has never been. but he knew exactly what i was talking about. it was refreshing.
the conversation is pretty steady all night and his excitement for the unlv game was endearing. i am slightly concerned that he only drank diet coke all night, while i chugged down a tall beer over the course of an hour.
at the end of the game we headed out and it was definitely more of a friendly good bye (side arm hug) than romantic and i decide that overall it was definitely a more friendly than flirty date but that's ok.
Sunday night...as i texted banana man, the set up texted me and told me he had fun and wanted to hang again. if nothing else, i've definitely made a friend and i guess we can see if butterflies grow...
so that's the story.
i'm pooped and it's only monday and quite honestly, i'd be quite content with absolutely no plans this coming weekend. remind me of this next sat night if i call you bored.
ok. time for bed.
love you!
my tummy hurts as i just ate a huge piece of lemon cake with a whipped cream and raspberries. yumyum (free baking tip of the week: get any boxed cake mix. add 1 can of diet/zero cal. soda and nothing else. bake. enjoy low cal cake. lemon cake + sprite= yumo)
today was a particularly manic monday followed by another up and down again kinda week and weekend. i just can't figure out what i'm feeling but i wonder now if that even matters...
here's the sitch:
when last we met, banana man said the "action" wasn't the "whole story" and we both pledged to hang out early last week. monday comes and goes, until late-ish monday night he texts wanting to hang out. the dude does not understand that a 5am alarm and a late night unplanned "hang out" session do not mix. so i promised to hang out tuesday.
Tuesday comes and i have dinner plans with stacy and her boy and he chooses not to join us, but i had a bag and headed over to his place after dinner. it was easily 10:45 by the time i got there, a good 45 mins past my bed time. he was feeling sick and was in pajamas and i literally got into bed with him, watched an episode of seinfeld, fooled around for about 10 mins before we both fell asleep.
and that was our tuesday date.
the rest of the week came and went without any plans made between us, which was fine, cause the set up and i were meeting for the first time on friday (more on that in .2).
sure enough, 15 mins into my date with the set up, i get a text from banana man asking the usual, "what's up girl?'. obviously i don't reply til 2 hrs later when i hit the bathroom. and obviously i don't tell him i'm on a date, but i see what he's up to.
the set up ends around 10:45 and we part ways and banana man hasn't replied to my text so i head home, eat some tots and throw on pjs. not 2 mins after washing my face does banana man reply. he's at a bar on my side of town. tells me to come out.
i toss the idea back and forth in my head...i'm pooped. but i want to see him. even if it is a lame booty call. but he is all the way up on my side of town. so i throw my clothes back on and head back out.
i walk into the crowded karaoke dive bar and barely find him at a table with some other guys, which i meet, and i assume he works with (though i can't be sure). one guy is really nice and tries to engage me in conversation but it's ridiculously loud in there i can barely hear. banana man's flirty at first, but then barely talks and before i know it, he's leaning back and complaining of a wicked headache. so roughly 20 minutes after hauling my ass out, he decides he wants to go.
we all head out together and i'm parked right near him and i get a hug, ask when i can see him again and he says soon and i tell him to feel better and that's it.
lame.
saturday afternoon i text him to see how he's feeling.
no answer.
saturday night i head out with my roommates. i drink a bit and text him again. no answer.
in a final fit of desperation which i wish i hadn't been feeling, i text him one last time, sunday night, 8pm saying that i was equally worried and disappointed that i hadn't heard back from him.
he replies, 'oh sorry. drank too much last night and slept all day'. i reply that that was my day too, and that was that.
so now what?
i know that he is not at all right for me. i know that i want and deserve more in anything that could be considered a relationship. i wanted to have the conversation that i was done being his booty call (really dont even like the words booty call. is there a better name for it?). but really kinda like the carefree release of inhibitions i feel about the whole thing. really would rather the fun not stop. and most importantly, if it is to stop, i want it to stop on my terms, not because he just stops texting.
so no idea what, if any, future there will be with banana man.
sigh...
but then there's the set up...
to sum my thoughts on the set up, i'd say were i to clone the personality of the set up, with a little of his height and build, with banana man's overall looks and confidence, i'd be in love.
some background: the set up taught my friend's son in 5th grade and for some reason she's kept in touch with him. knowing my plight of singledom, she thought we'd hit it off. i was up for anything. he was apparently reluctant and was very slow to make the plans with me. but finally friday night we decided to meet up at buffalo wild wings.
i had absolutely no clue what he looked like, other than that he was tall. this was a completely blind date. i show up though and he's not bad looking- little bigger, full head of hair, button down shirt...definitely a dorkier vibe that is more down to earth than anything else. we immediately talk about basketball, as the unlv game was just beginning. right off the bat, he confesses he's a unc fan, but i let that slide since we can share a hatred for Duke.
we talk school (many of his 5th grade students come to my middle school)...we talk sports (he HATES the cowboys. plus for him!) then we talk...camp! he worked at a camp in new york for 8 years and we compared camp war stories left and right. it is so impossible to describe camp to anyone that has never been. but he knew exactly what i was talking about. it was refreshing.
the conversation is pretty steady all night and his excitement for the unlv game was endearing. i am slightly concerned that he only drank diet coke all night, while i chugged down a tall beer over the course of an hour.
at the end of the game we headed out and it was definitely more of a friendly good bye (side arm hug) than romantic and i decide that overall it was definitely a more friendly than flirty date but that's ok.
Sunday night...as i texted banana man, the set up texted me and told me he had fun and wanted to hang again. if nothing else, i've definitely made a friend and i guess we can see if butterflies grow...
so that's the story.
i'm pooped and it's only monday and quite honestly, i'd be quite content with absolutely no plans this coming weekend. remind me of this next sat night if i call you bored.
ok. time for bed.
love you!
Monday, March 8, 2010
staycation all i ever wanted
sorry for the delay in my updating. i am home "sick" today after a crazy staycation* weekend with my mom, aunt kathie and stacy. (*staycation is what you call it around here-- acting like a tourist on the strip when you actually live 25 minutes away). I feel so relaxed and had a most fabulous weekend....friday night I showed them my favorite local scene: Town Square- a huge outdoor shopping mall full of bars and restaurants and where all of my latest dates have taken place. we hit a wine bar which I am going to add to my list of date places, then pete's dueling piano's, where I first made out with banana man. i was half afraid that i'd run into former dates while out, but i was safe...
Saturday we went to Red Rock Canyon for a scenic drive and I decided that I want to go on a hiking or biking date (the latter would require that i maybe get a bike.) Then we found our way to our AMAZING rooms at Venetian and Palazzo. This were rooms fit for some major partying-- huge beds, sunken living rooms with wrap around couches. bathrooms with huge tubs and plasma tvs inside. absolute heaven. of course, we didn't spend much time in the rooms and got all dressed up to head to dinner and cirque du soleil. i wore my red heels. stacy saw some dude walk past and blatantly check me out, to which i replied-- DUH!
haha.
after an evening on the town, I had one major observation to report: girls out there have mean friends. I cannot tell you how many AWFUL AWFUL outfits most girls were donning. now i am by no means a fashion maven. but i like to think that i look half decent. at the very least, my clothes fit! these girls out there were wearing the most teeny tiny dresses that were skin tight. some could pull it off, but still...if i wanted to see a vajayjay, i'd go to a strip club. i don't. it's gross. so, stacy and i could only conclude that these girls must not have nice friends if their friends are letting them wear such things in public.
please friends...i beg you...if i look bad....tell me.
Sunday morning Stacy went on her merry way to reunite with the boyf, while the fam and I toured the strip and saw Jersey Boys (SO GOOD!!!!!!!!). This morning, I dropped mom and aunt kathie to the airport and returned to the room to take a bubble bath since i had a few hours to kill before checkout. most fabulous sick day ever.
so that was my weekend and while i'm sure you're entertained, i know you want me to get to the good stuff...
Banana Man Update:
Being tired of the booty thing, I proposed we grab dinner one night, but it never happened. We were in touch all week, but our schedules were conflicting...
Thursday night things got interesting. Here's a recap of the texting that went on:
Him ~11 PM: Ive had a crazy week, what are you doing?
Me: umm...sleeping?
Him: want to come over?
Me (thinking...I'm so not making a booty call): You need to work on your timing. too late for me to go anywhere.
Him: my weekend is fucked I am running a race saturday (I read as: if you want to hang, we need to hang now cause i'm too busy this weekend for you)
Me: my weekend is busy too with mom in town, so sorry. it will have to wait.
Him: "Shit. I want you to know that I really do like you. i wish i could see you before that..." (direct quote. i read as...please please please i want some ass)
Me: Sorry. you can meet up with me this weekend if you want, but you're not getting any action and I know that's all you want.
Him: "Those things are fun, but that's not the whole story."
Me: I would hope not. Let's hang early next week instead.
Him: OK, Let's do that.
...then we exchanged flirty texts all weekend. he almost came out and met Stacy and I late night saturday but we both decided we were tired.
SOOOOO...I was so not feeling the late night booty call text, but it seems like he realizes that's not what I'm after and is cool with that. I'm holding on that we can have a normal date in the not too distant future. I want to hear what this so-called "whole story" is. I'm not done getting to know him and I don't feel like he knows me at all, so hopefully this "whole story" can be explored some more...who knows. not me.
in other news, I've been emailing a teacher that my coworker is setting me up with. "The Set-Up", as I will now call him, asked to go out this coming weekend. no idea what he looks like or what he's like so no details yet, but i'll let you know when I know.
ok. time to burn off the excess of the weekend at the gym...this might be painful.
later tater.
LmG
Saturday we went to Red Rock Canyon for a scenic drive and I decided that I want to go on a hiking or biking date (the latter would require that i maybe get a bike.) Then we found our way to our AMAZING rooms at Venetian and Palazzo. This were rooms fit for some major partying-- huge beds, sunken living rooms with wrap around couches. bathrooms with huge tubs and plasma tvs inside. absolute heaven. of course, we didn't spend much time in the rooms and got all dressed up to head to dinner and cirque du soleil. i wore my red heels. stacy saw some dude walk past and blatantly check me out, to which i replied-- DUH!
haha.
after an evening on the town, I had one major observation to report: girls out there have mean friends. I cannot tell you how many AWFUL AWFUL outfits most girls were donning. now i am by no means a fashion maven. but i like to think that i look half decent. at the very least, my clothes fit! these girls out there were wearing the most teeny tiny dresses that were skin tight. some could pull it off, but still...if i wanted to see a vajayjay, i'd go to a strip club. i don't. it's gross. so, stacy and i could only conclude that these girls must not have nice friends if their friends are letting them wear such things in public.
please friends...i beg you...if i look bad....tell me.
Sunday morning Stacy went on her merry way to reunite with the boyf, while the fam and I toured the strip and saw Jersey Boys (SO GOOD!!!!!!!!). This morning, I dropped mom and aunt kathie to the airport and returned to the room to take a bubble bath since i had a few hours to kill before checkout. most fabulous sick day ever.
so that was my weekend and while i'm sure you're entertained, i know you want me to get to the good stuff...
Banana Man Update:
Being tired of the booty thing, I proposed we grab dinner one night, but it never happened. We were in touch all week, but our schedules were conflicting...
Thursday night things got interesting. Here's a recap of the texting that went on:
Him ~11 PM: Ive had a crazy week, what are you doing?
Me: umm...sleeping?
Him: want to come over?
Me (thinking...I'm so not making a booty call): You need to work on your timing. too late for me to go anywhere.
Him: my weekend is fucked I am running a race saturday (I read as: if you want to hang, we need to hang now cause i'm too busy this weekend for you)
Me: my weekend is busy too with mom in town, so sorry. it will have to wait.
Him: "Shit. I want you to know that I really do like you. i wish i could see you before that..." (direct quote. i read as...please please please i want some ass)
Me: Sorry. you can meet up with me this weekend if you want, but you're not getting any action and I know that's all you want.
Him: "Those things are fun, but that's not the whole story."
Me: I would hope not. Let's hang early next week instead.
Him: OK, Let's do that.
...then we exchanged flirty texts all weekend. he almost came out and met Stacy and I late night saturday but we both decided we were tired.
SOOOOO...I was so not feeling the late night booty call text, but it seems like he realizes that's not what I'm after and is cool with that. I'm holding on that we can have a normal date in the not too distant future. I want to hear what this so-called "whole story" is. I'm not done getting to know him and I don't feel like he knows me at all, so hopefully this "whole story" can be explored some more...who knows. not me.
in other news, I've been emailing a teacher that my coworker is setting me up with. "The Set-Up", as I will now call him, asked to go out this coming weekend. no idea what he looks like or what he's like so no details yet, but i'll let you know when I know.
ok. time to burn off the excess of the weekend at the gym...this might be painful.
later tater.
LmG
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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